The girl saw how black
The water was down somewhere
Mother asked: "Why does 'that'* draft poems?"
Guess the child is confused in her head
The girl cried for a moment and looked to her behind
Wildly rang the sigh of the city
How could you know** this as your own country?
The water was black as was 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 would've it been
Someone carried flowers to the corridor***
Some leave to the moon and some to Sweden
Some just have a smaller salary
Father left five years ago to Sweden
Mother was miserable already then
I put a carton cover to the window
So it'd be warm at least somewhere
In the radio was sang "Thanks to the Lord"
On the sunday mother slept away too
refrain:
And father went to Sweden
Mother flew to Heaven
And the priest got coffee to drink again
And the brother was drunk
I saw he**** had been crying
The snow made an angel to the corridor