I ask the way,
Why are you silent hey?
The street replies,
Not talking, working is wise!
I ask the road once more,
What are you born for?
It smiles like a saint and utters,
Serving others is what really matters!
I ask the way,
Why are you silent hey?
The street replies,
Not talking, working is wise!
The street has made me feel,
Life and its true ordeal,
My view has changed much,
With that strong philosophical touch,
I ask the way,
Why are you silent hey?
The street replies,
Not talking, working is wise!