Girl saw from bridge how black
The water was there somewhere
Mother asked: Why she writes poems?
The child is probably mixed-up
The girl cried for a moment and looked back
A sigh of city ringed wildly
Who could recognize this to your own land?
Water was black like the time
And water was black
Mother walked in her blacks
And the priest got coffee to drink too
And father was drunk, how else it could been
Someone brought flowers to hallway
Others go to moon and others go to Sweden
Others just got smaller pay
Father left to Sweden five years ago
Mother was already then distressed
I put to the window a cardboard protection
That even somewhere could been warm
In radio, they sang:
Thanks for God
At Sunday mother passed away
And father left to Sweden
Mother flied to heaven
And the priest got coffee to drink again
And brother was drunk, I saw him crying
Snow made an angel to hallway