The land is barren, the rain is gone
Not a grain, not a corn
I hold my father's hand,
tears rolling down his face,
he missed the soil, on this land
The sun we used to complain about
said a goodbye
sending us a drought
No evaporation, no rain
No one was really fain!
Now he cries and hides
How are we going to eat?
There is nothing to fill our tummies!
It seems the world has turned grey and black!