Bushman, s world!

My river
My river how are you? You are probably like me
So I believed when I saw you,
In these gloomy days
Sadly he looks, in the morning the fog obscures the view,
Bushman, s feeling in the morning, of course, is the same
But you bring hope and life,
So I follow you my river with a sharp eye
Quote: bushman,s wold