When owls cry at night
Tears drop on palm fronds
They blame the fingers of the night
That pushed down a star

Looking at the kings mouth
Who can trace prints of his mother's breast
Titus crossed the wooden bridge
Turned around and burnt it

Titus is just a cockroach
He rose and ruled the chickens
Not without the Foxes as bodyguards
But Titus betrayed the foxes

O! Oga Titus your shame is too long
Your palm kernels were cracked by benevolent spirits
They set a table and fed you
After the last bite, you bit their fingers

When owls cry at night
They know what pepper knows
Pound it, grind it, dry it
Pepper will remain inseparable from its character