Tell me your name boy, 
Tell me your name, 
Aren't you got tired
Of not being slave?
I will not push you, 
I won't persuade, 
I shall just save you
From your dirty clay.
Will you believe me?
Or will you just leave?
Tell me your choice, 
Tell me your way.
Don't forget to heal yourself, 
I`ll come here tomorrow
Just pray to clean self.







*Clay-здесь "прах"