Tormenta

What a storm, my God, there is nothing left of my house
What a storm, my God, my hopes have vanished

Yesterday Cholii told me the river is rising, I am feeling fear
The wind is furious
My child cries, Lord, my house is falling
How to calm his pain?, if it keeps raining outside

There was the cornfield, it provided me sustenance
Along with the rice field, the waters took them away
Now I have to leave with an unknown destination
The flow is increasing, everything is lost

My God, what sadness, what a storm