The river

The river, that gives water to the people and creatures.

The river that holds life in his hands.

The river that simply takes its course.

The river that never stays at one place.

Your beauty is so wonderful.

And however you are so gib.

Brother river, you can take away everything, what we built up.

You may take our life.

And we beg you, brother river; don't let come any bad on us.

We will always thank you, whatever you give to us.

We will sing own songs for brother river.

Little Snail