They Will Dry In This Country

They are concerned about the weight of the towels
It is about an inch heavy
The towels are processed with a double-edged sword
This is a test of what they value

Those who languish in the black Basque peaks look forward to the people
And the people wait anxiously for the soft black towels,
But they did not understand the pain!

It’s just hurray
You are sad for them
Do not be frightened by fear; you take the towel

It is their business to dry