A person seeks his way,
In the confines of despair without any idea,
He finds the path of an endless bitterness.
Sadly affected with the evil ideas which follow him,
Obligate to discover an unhappy loneliness,
While crossing its drunken territories,
Appear some painful emotions.
Holding his dreams,
Not showing any emotion,
A blinding force traces its way,
On an immaculate road,
There is a thirst for freedom,
Who only absorbs the goodness of humanity,
Give courage to these orphaned crossroads of gaiety,
Clings to his green dream a road full of mist.
Author: ADAMA KONATE