You wish to huff and tell a guff of the coming groove,
A desire to let every ear hear your next move,
But of what glory is the glow of an unrefined success story;
That will shine in the background and fade away slowly?
Even in the room of secrecy, walls have ears,
Let alone having a fun nature of shaking tables and breaking cheers.
Little should you wonder about the glory of comfort that may never come forth,
When one have too many third parties, one’s drought is what draws forth.
Your tongue wish to throw a jamboree;
But a bunch of killjoys are jet-set to kill the joy of the tambourine.
Give your muse no mouth,
Neither should you give your voice a noise to let it all out.
Like an open secret, don’t leave your secret open; it’s a secret!
Keep you and yours to yourself and keep your secret secret… Remember;
You can’t ruin the unknown;
Unless you make it known.
… Don’t give it a voice; don’t make a noise! Hush! Ma pariwo!