Hey Chill Oh, there's a golden-winged cold in this damp cloud. You both cross the Dhansiri River border by flying, Kenako! She moves like a princess in freedom as the sound of your cry penetrates his dim mind. Ure called again, why? Those who open the heart love to hurt people! Oh, there's a golden-winged cold in this damp cloud. While soaring, you sob over the Kendonakodhan Sidi River.