Prout song!. 4725

 (30/01/1990) 

 (Prout)

 Those who had no one To listen to them, to their stories, 

 No one to hold them close. You came to listen, 

 Taking a seat amidst them. 

 Days passed by and Nights passed by, 

 With people dying of starvation, 

 Gasping for breath, Seized by the agony of disease 

 You spoke up for them, Their stories (of agony).

 They were mute due to their ignorance; 

 They had no shelter on rainy nights, 

 Their heads were weighed down by poverty.

 You told (them), "PROUT is for everyone." 

 Baba