You say that you love rain.
But when it starts raining,
You raise your umbrella.
You say you love the Sun.
But when it spreads its rays,
You look for shade.
You say that you love storm.
But when it starts blowing,
Closing doors and windows
You lie on bed.
You say that you love Man.
But when the poor come at your door,
You turn your face aside.
You say you love revolution.
But when revolution calls you,
You fall asleep.
