Evergreen, The Vales And Roads On The Broad, I Passes Through. A River Flow Below, And An Ocean Flew Above. The Shelter Of Birds And Bees, The Moist On There, And The Wonderful Greenery, The Baby Birds Shivering In The Limps Of Trees, Their Mom All Day Finding Seeds. A Good Wind Cafuné Me, I See Through The Door Aw Nice Sea. Passes Through The Sea. Pink Flamingos Sounds Follow My Way. On The Way, Little By Little The Sounds Little Little Away. I Passes Through Lonely Grounds, Covered With Cactus, Aw The Cactus On The Border, Designed As An Embroidery. Few Kids Were Playing Around, Some Were sojourn. May Be They Lose Their Game, May Be Their Life. Slums And Tents I See, Painful Are Those Life, A Hidden Dilemma Hides Inside The Beautiful View, But The Kids Were Laughing Aloud, For They Have No Pain Anymore. Because Their Life Meant To Be On Floor, With Dead Desires And Hope, There Is No Hope, So They Love Their Life, I Sea Them With My Sympathetic Eyes, But I Assure They Were The Kids Of Heaven, They Have No Desires And Dream, So Nothing Bother Their Day Life Dream. Happy Are Those Kids, No Selfishness And No Dream! Life On The Beautiful Greenery
