We are dancing in the muddy water,
there is nothing but laughs,
our reflection on the water,
sweat drops distorting the relection,
our problems on the sideline,
laughs drives us to forget,
the old forget they are old,
the young do as they are told,
the old act like they are drunk,
there is no music,
they know the melody in their heads,
they mess their legs and clothes,
no bathing,let the mud dry on us,
feel like buffalos,
let grass grow on us,so birds can land on our heads and sing,
we will dance to their cheerful tunes,
suffocate in happiness,
fell the love breeze,
we are one,let’s play.
Dark hands 