Week after week,the river shrank and shrank.
As the fiend drought ate it every greedy bite by bite.
But now I hear the thunderstorm loud growls.
Loud howls that come with a message of hope.

If the dry rivers will fill again tonight.
If hopes will be restored and smiles.
Who dares from the care village it is dark at night.
The whole night will be for to dine and wine.

If those brown dead crops will grow again.
If we'll drink from that river after years again.
Who dares remember it was once a ground of muddy pale.
And of beautiful cracks with a history of sad tales.

If these young ones will bathe their again.
And gist about their dinners and play again their games.
Who dares mention drought again.
Come out in public and history to say.

Nay nay.
The bad shan't remember we again.
Nay nay.
Bad tales. shan't say we again.

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