The humble faces

 

This time, once again,

Promises will be made.

The common people,

Will be won over with trust.

“We will change your lives,”

You will be made to feel so.

One nation, one people—

Then where will something new come from?

Yesterday too, they were your rulers,

Tomorrow again they will return.

Any questions, even if valid,

If asked, you will be troubled.

If even by mistake you err,

You will be made to disappear.

Flowers of fortune will bloom—

This desire will be carried along.

We are innocent and simple,

Yes, once again we will be deceived.