The hammer teach us how to play
Bed of stones beckoning with the hand
Cries of my little's tell me to do
Though i'm small
Drops from dry bones,
Cool my body.
Father don't know us
May be He is reading my face!
Mom is too ill to work
Her kind hands,
Fight with hammer,
Do hard in the battle of betrothal
And Her worthy love
You can again betray with Her daughter!!