Ordinary people

Life don’t show yourself to us,

Life don’t tell me what to do,

This is how you life today, tell you,

Equal the straw, ordinary people.

Life is passing, morning are breakfast,

Bongs are played from the depths of the heights,

Tunes are a sign of the future,

Equal to the straw, ordinary people.

This world is cruel, it’s hard to live,

This is life! You say, but your breath is exhausted,

Uzbek people are like that, they are restless.

(Uzbek teen girl with long straight dark hair, a black and white striped coat, and a black top)