Willi Brown

Your Uncle was too wise in his own eyes and,
Today you are poorer than ever!
But, try to be wiser always on this love.

Bury him here because he was a King's son,
Bury her here because she was a Queen's daughter,
For you are facing the traps of your own Uncle.

Willi Brown, of the songs of the birds that you are yet to understand;
But, i am now richer than ever! ! !