I went to uncle’s house
On a Saturday night,
After taking dinner
When the moon was shining bright.
I, with my uncle,
Went to the furrow land,
Following the path in moonlight
Through the stones and the sand.
With a little light,
Gamblers were playing
In the dark night.
We sat with a tree,
The environment was free.
He filled the cigarette with marijuana,
And I was drinking Sting,
Smoke entered in both our veins,
Flying in skies without wings.
On that night, what was the sight,
When I thought, “Is my future bright?”
(SR Dominator)