WHAT DO WE DO

We are people who adore the colors of flowers

And the sound of waterfalls,

But what do we do if our souls are stolen

In broad daylight?

Here, the streets, cafes, and markets overflow with tenderness.

The dresses, perfumes, and bags have a different flavor.

But what do we do if our faces have been stolen

In the free trade zone?

The river is friendly here,

And the trees too.

Even the wind is friendly here.

But what do we do

If our hearts are stolen on a gloomy night?