The birds are dying
In the land of the flowers of trance
The birds are dying
But what about luck?
The birds are dying
Under the blow of the spear
The birds are dying
But what about luck?
What about the luck
Of the sunny days?
Summer love affairs
For the bruised hearts
What about luck?
Would we have forgotten it
Somewhere, suspiciously
Out of bad will?
The birds are dying
In the land of the flowers of trance
The birds are dying
But what about luck?