Sound the flute
Deep calls unto deep
Who\'s wise among my offsprings?
All are lame and invalid
Hands stained with blood
Blow trumpets to the east
Wisdom sleeps no one is safe
All springs are poisoned
They used to fly and perch
Look around they have deserted
No place to call a home
Arrows of betrayal sank in their hearts
Oh! Lung cancer! Air I breath
Stomach ulcers! Water I take
All springs are dead
Fight for your springs