I see great cruelness and the pain
which hurt me deeply all the time...
I see great slyness and ignorance.
I look around, I feel the crime.
Where are the frankly and kind senses?
I don't believe that they have died...
though I don't see them in those faces
where I've been trying hard to find...
Where can I find the kindest person?
Whom can I tell my little tale?
I still believe in fairy wonders
I love those things that they have waived...
