And there are singers
And northern winds
melancholy thoughts
pride, and joy
No matter
what we did all these years
And the measure with
you treat this merciful world
won't make it easier
and ways won't lengthen
further away
where we have our own
And the flowers on the table
are lucky brought
when you raise the dirge
before weeping yourself to sleep
Lalalalala, curseverse
Lalalalalalailalaa, curseverses
And night's white silk
It wraps you so and like so
Times are ended
Words all used up
Can't hide in shreds of fog
Can't trust the morning
When names go thin
Black teeth get in
And there are singers
And northern winds
melancholy thoughts
pride, and joy