Who left me in the box of pain,
Who turned me into an angry bird,
Who sent tolerance and deprived me of the pace of progress,
Who made the lovely heart hide coldness and sadness,
Who is it that the brightness of the night is exchanged for the daylight of the day,
Who is it! Who is it! Who gave it an open space, but does not think of the taste of home.
Who is it! Who is it! Who made it see the hazy tears in the golden honey.
Who is it!
Who is it!
Who Is It
