I'm not a man, people are different,
Can walk, sit, go from house to house,
People are running differently, snakes run away.
I am not the person, I am standing all day,
Stand like a tree.
Snakes do not get cut, do not sing songs in movies,
I do not drink ice drink for a long time.
How do I survive it like me? It takes a lot of surprise.
I am probably not a man, people were wearing shoes.
Had a house, had a house,
During the night there were women in the house,
My black children painted on the stomach.
I'm not a man,
If people are laughing at the sky why?
People will have different hands,
There will be nose, eyes like you,
Nicholmakha will have beautiful eyes.
If people were stains in the throats,
There was anger in the eyes,
My father used to have a sister,
There were people of love,
Suddenly there was a fear of death.
I'm not a man,
If people are writing poems about you
It would not have been, all night without you
There would be no survival.
People snatch away from snakes;
But when I see a snake, I go ahead,
People are neglected in ignorance
