Everyone's horror is in the air Sorrow is planted in fair winds 

People recognize me most of the time 

Your fragrance is wrapped in coats 

His eyes are fixed on his path 

And the hearing is in the air

The heart is entangled in the splendor of the city 

Don't ask how it is planted in the village 

I put grains in the yard and call them 

I have the birds in prayer 

It will also dry up 

A tree planted in the shade