Hold it! Youngsters, something stinks

like the river snake, fouling the air.

Children! We must be sown

so a nation's reaped when we sprout.

Girls and boys, lend me your ears!

The parents complain of neglect,

forever despised though there's food on the table.

You cannot know how much this upsets me.

Parents, you're gnawed to the bone! How sad to see you

drenched like a wall just after the rain.

I won't even mention the fat and the ochre:

pity and eloquence crush me.

Girls and boys, lend me your ears!

The parents complain of neglect.

Even a dog without brains

shows kindness to its owner.

Where are your parents now?

Today you're all spick and span,

while your parents lie covered with dust in a corncrib.

Shame on you, wanting in gratitude.

Our parents are troubled and twisted

watching their children go off and leave them.

They warned and they wept but nobody heard them,

sons and daughters who'd all been to school.

Ha-la-la!

Today we're all spick and span

but those who raised us stand in tatters.

Even the lion, a beast of the field,

repays the one who once showed it kindness.

Please take a look behind you:

have you buried your parents alive?

Without your parents there is no God;

throw down and burn those bibles.

Just look at them now that they've lost their strength,

just look at them sitting without any water,

just look at them sitting without any firewood,

just look at them hungry with nothing to eat.

Peace! Oh!!

Throw down and burn those bibles.

You don't play around with your parents:

through them we marry and separate,

through them we choose and pay dowry.

A parent is ochre in heaven,

she scolds the thundering skies;

her happiness ushers you in

to a land of olives and figs,

Peace!

to a land with unfathomed waters,

to a land of wheat and grapes.

This is the word of Vaaiboom's Flamingo!

Penned in a cage it goes out just to drink.

You'll hear in the end!!