If there are people terrestrial
Those primordial, the true soul of the desert
O people, let everyone judge for this
In weather conditions where drought reigns ...
They said that the tribe of primitive thought
Because I do not know the technique and sound machine
And in an ancient cave they were all crammed
Bodies covered with dust, sludge ...
The letter was in the pictures, unusual colors
The entire recorded history of one's hand
It covers the redness in several layers
May be applied in old age and passion ...