A lonely day in paradise
was begging the gray sorrow
With the pain, then without the hope
Without the hope, he is calling everyone
"I'm lonely, again, only me"
A tear and an ember, the green blues of May
Brings the dole
The birds, everyone sings, even he
Bees, a flower in the shadow
He's not alone, he loves people again, a flower
is enough for a little bit, for a little bit of luck
He's not alone
For a little, oh for a little bit
For him to know