From the bridge the girl saw how black
Water was down there somewhere
Mom asked: "Why is she scribbling poems?"
The child is probably messed up in the head
The girl cried for a moment and looked back
The sigh of the city rang wild
How could she feel the land as her own?
Water was black as the time
And water was black
Mom walked, dressed in black
Even the priest got coffee to drink
And dad was drunk;
why wouldn't he have been?
Someone carried flowers to the hallway
Some go to the Moon, some go to Sweden
Others just don't get paid so well
Dad left to Sweden five years ago
Mom was unhappy already then
I covered the window with cardboard
To have even one place where it's warm
They thanked God on the radio
And on Sunday mom passed away
And dad left to Sweden
Mom flew to Heaven
The priest got coffee to drink again
And brother was drunk,
I saw he had cried
Snow made an angel in the hallway