There is always a silent wish  
Whispering inside me.  
And this is “poverty” —  
Yeah, this is alright!  

It’s a name of contentment,  
Glancing at little things in a good way.  

I just wanna become a blandisher,  
To cherish every little happiness...  
With an open and honest heart,  
No sorrow for what I don’t have,  
Enjoying life with my class  
On a single tablecloth.  

No more asking from the Almighty.  
“Nothing” is a fountain of joy.  
Being empty is satisfaction...  
Yeah, it’s a little depressing,  
But having too much  
Will jostle everything.  

All value will be lost.