Water falls from my face, here and there everyone smiles, but the ground just looks at me -- flowers, citizens, animals, me; I don't want this condition.   People enter the shop and come out, the sun shines upon me, children also look at you lovingly, but only the soil takes up the water quickly.   Water falls, falls from the sky and over here, above the stars chat among themselves, their words we can't hear here, in the sky peace resides, suddenly everything changes from green to brown, like the four season of the world.   The eyes wonder for the things we want, and for the things we cannot achieve, but people still complete their work, night and day comes to an end, but but on this road conversations, and wars erupt.   Water falls from above and also down here, man keeps his things to himself, children play with the things we get them, but deep down within happiness and sadness also brews, within the heart of people hope grows, from the leaves of the trees water had fallen, and still does.