Seemed to me from the unjust situations, seemingly hopeless
Helpless and you have the urge to blame fate and everyone else.
The most expensive thing in the world is honesty, but what's the use,
When someone gives the precious for sale all for cheap.

Gravel roads as ice.
The birds flew backward.
The trees grew horizontally.
The wind was a living being.

Window panes was drilled aroused violent
Whirlwinds of dust that rose like miniature tornadoes,
Above arid steppe sun went down smooth and oversize,