My father and my God, do so hard
I and my babies for a few months
That the water is scarce, and that the Siol
We are broken, hungry, broken, in pain. he is asleep
You, Lord, look upon us with compassion
We will be warmed by the heat of the sun
When it rises in the sky
We are being crushed by cold
Evening night, and our dress so poor
Will, Lord, heavy rain
Bring forth fruit from the bare ground?
Keep my faith in my own soul
Don't say ``Have you forsaken me, my God?''
Another government crucified Christ on a tree
And liars feed us -sa tightly
Pour out your tender goodness, O God
Don't let the oil run out

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN