The
thieves and robbers
They
don't hide in shadows
They
will appear in public places
They
can sing their own songs
In
the wings of the regime
The
thieves and robbers fly
Across
the land and oceans
They
aren't afraid of their fall
The
master ring leader
See
yellow he will faint
He
isn't have a good sight
He
sees everything in yellow
Call
for open debate
He
will run ringing his bell
In
his open house he watches
Every
eye piercing him in silence
But
the thieves and robbers
With
titles and power on the chair
They
blended together for a common pool
Swim
together watching the sunsets
In
their minds they are afraid
The
changing climate on the high
They
are wondering where to hide
They
don't want to dream of Bamboo River
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