Annor, the world is not fair
Look at Ama
She is crying and chasing money
While money is crying and knocking
On Akumaa’s door
Akumaa, who has more than enough
The world is not fair!
As one cries
Another enjoys in satisfaction
Aren’t we like monsters and angels?
Aren’t we like ground and the sky?
Aren’t we like sunlight and darkness?
Why aren’t we fusing
What’s with the confusion?
As one cries barrels
Others bath in seas of satisfaction
“Obi resu no, na obi botomu aye okay”