There is a lake beside a house,
Where the wind blows about,
In a field with no mouse,
We go through drought.

When the lake is dry,
We pray to them in the sky,
Give us some relief,
We really do believe.

When the clouds come,
Head for the hills and run,
Where was a home,
A bigger lake has grown.

Off to start again,
Woman, children, men.
A life to start new,
When everything is left unglued.