I play the flute
Not for the joy of my mind,
Not to steal the mind is of my beloved.
I sell flutes.
To sell flutes, I need to play them;
Naturally, the bad flute in my practiced hand
Play melodious tunes,
As an obstinate man becomes beautiful
By the touch of a leader.
My whiff creates magical melody that
Awakens the dead human beings
And makes them great.
But I remain the same as in the past.
My flutes know how to atune;
They have the desire for progress, peace and beauty.
Moreover, they often drive on the opposite way,
Instead, they killed themselves in an inverse chariot
Like other people, they bring their own destruction.
But one day I saw a flute,
That was different from all other,
Since then, that is my favorite flute.
I play that flute time to time.