The sky is overcast and the trees have darkened
When I travel from my little brother’s place to the city
I would have wanted to stay at home
To wake early in the morning to the crashing of the snow plough
Always stay as my little brother and a bird, never become a man
I don’t want any more adults in our home
I know that the boys meet
In men’s toilets to get their beating
But little brother still reads comics in the morning
In bed with me, in bed with me
Always stay as my little brother and a bird, never become a man
I don’t want any more adults in our home
Always stay as my little brother and a bird, never become a man
I don’t want any more adults in our home
Always stay as my little brother and a bird, never become a man
I don’t want any more adults in our home
Always stay as my little brother and a bird, never become a man
I don’t want any more adults in our home