You possessor of power, do not you see a lot of misery, our lives the commoners, who are always bathed in tears. We are just people who want to see the rainbow, though sometimes blocked by the sun, prosperous life without corruption, which not only tau enrich themselves.
We are only commoners who are defeated by the land, swept up by dreams, fooled by promises, but in fact live like chains. What's the point of being a dreamer, if in the end it can only bite a finger, what's the point of promises, if in the end it can only corrupt. Our nature is rich but digondoli rollicking, just for personal gain, regardless of our fate, who suffers every day.
We commoners continue to scream, see the ruler with a distended belly, life is very difficult, among the rich rulers. The rulers sipped the fruit juice, while the commoners cried blood, the rulers in the luxurious house, while the commoners among the garbage.
