Heroes

Think of it as you go abroad
I'm taking a lot of mom away
You're in the palanquin, mother, chaire
When the door is a gap,
I'm going to roam around 'afterwards
Tugabgee beside beside you
Rooks from the road to the horses
Rusty dust blows clouds.
In the evening the jute called sun,
Elam is in the field of Joddighi.
If you want to get rid of it,
There is no publicity at all,
You should be so-minded
You got scared - Think of 'Where is Elm?'
I say, 'do not be afraid, do not mama,
It is seen that the dead drunk river. '
The ground covered with burglars,
In the middle, the path has gone.
The cow calf noco is somewhere
In the evening,
Who knows where we are going
Not good in the dark.
If you say to me,
'What is that light on the door?'