How would I love
To waste the money
While I am not  rich...
I will like to spent
equal to my earning

In the sun there is shine
in the shine there is
pale sunshine...

Every night
Hath his morning
And every morning
Hath his night, just as
an intimacy
of reality

Carol tayi sauri
ta zo ta kula mu
ta saka bakunan mu
su furta ciki na ran mu
Abin da yake a ran mu
fuskar mu fari ta kamu
da hasken rana akan mu
Carol tayi sauri

Wo sees a man
in the morning
and evening and
night...
Affectionately, wo
bonded to the man
and woman formed
not as residue in
petri dish or
conical flask and
beaker but in the
social understanding of
life and love