I don't want to
Go to jewelry, but
I do not want to be in the rosary, I
I wanna blossom 

Not wanting, on the dead body of the emperor,
Hey Hari, I can be planted
Alas, by climbing the heads of the gods,
Coming out of luck

Don't break me
You throw that way,
Do not spoil the motherland,
The way through which many lives arise,