From the bridge the girl saw how black
the water was down there somewhere
Mama asked, "Why is it [she] scribbling poems?
The child must be out of out of [her] mind"
The girl cried for a while and looked behind her
The sigh of the city rang wild
How could I feel this as my own land?
The water was black as the time
And the water was black
Mama was wearing all her blacks
The pastor got to drink his coffee again
Papa was drunk,
how else?
Someone carried flowers to the doorway
Some go to the moon, some to Sweden
Some just get less salary
Papa, five years ago, went to Sweden
Mama was unhappy already then
I put a cardboard cover on the window
so that it would be warm at least somewhere
In the radio, they sang "Thank our God!"
On Sunday mama passed [slept] away, too
refrain:
And papa went to Sweden
Mama flew to heaven
The pastor got to drink his coffee again
[My] brother was drunk
I saw he had been crying
The snow made an angel in the doorway