Little by Litttle
Little by little, little by little, the drunkards arrive
Little by little, little by little, the drunkards arrive
Little by little, the drunkards arrive
Little by little, the drunkards arrive
The heart-stirring, the gentle, the gentle, in the path
The flowers of the garden arrive
Little by little, the world is and is not
The non-being has gone and being arrives
The heart-stirring, the gentle, the gentle, in the path
The flowers of the garden arrive
I bowed my head when the Creator came, behold, the idols arrive with water in their hands
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