Sweet flowers that grow in the village
Now blooming and scented
A lot of beetles are coming in
By bringing dreams
Be taught your faith in fantasy
Cahya-studded life in the capital
Without a sincere prayer of two parents
Armed with your imagination departs
Unconscious, reality
Fantasy, far different ...
One year gone
Hope stay hope
The capital of hope
The falseness you get
Rain accompanies you crying painfully
Bitter smile is now pitched
Shame back to the parents
The beautiful flowers of the village are now wilting
Now live a skinny baby
That is in your womb
Imagine a million lovers
Nothing appeared
The final path you are now traveling
The village flower is now gone
You are one of the victims of falsehood
The capital is not a hope
Just like the city of the world
Fake, beautiful blanket
Asmara lives instantly