The bright sun shines dispersing the rays to the earth,
The earth gives the small green crops,
Crops which are harvested at any time,Immature,
Young and tasteless they are eaten,
Immature crops harvested, the sun keeps displaying its rays,

Raw and uncooked they are eaten, Tasteless as they are,
Harvests stored without taste,
The sun keeps displaying its rays

They can't wait to make a junction,
Forming mountain upon mountain,
Killing the future wise men
This are our small green crops in our beautiful vineyard

The sun keeps displaying it's rays,
Beautiful trees emerge, strong they appear,
They branch sideways pointing the shining stars above,
Very immature they taste the bitterness and chronic sunset,
They wither and perish at the tender age.