Breaking Stones Video (MV)

She. Breaking stones

I saw here on the street, breaking stones
The tree was shadeless, under which she sat resigned
Dark body, a pair of large shoes
Her eyes were lowered, engrossed in work
A heavy hammer in her hand with which she struck
Time and again
A mansion with a grove across her

She. Breaking stones
Summer season, scorching day, was getting hotter
The earth was burning like cotton
The air was full of dust
It was already noon
She. Breaking stones

I was watching her in tattered rags
She saw me once at that mansion
Finding no other there she looked at me
Which didn't make her weep, even when beaten
Music flowed from the trumpets
A kind of music I had never seen before
She. Breaking stones

After a moment gloriously she shuddered
Sweat trickled from her forehead
And then engrossed in her work again
Now I'm breaking stones