A man hanged himself from a branch
The birds have sung above
Have sung the loves that begin
Have sung for the life that goes on
Oh oh oh oh oh...
Are we really nothing, my love
Mother, are we really that small?
This life, is this life really nothing?
A life is then nothing but a song?
Oh oh oh oh oh...
Is this how down here all is forgotten?
Is this why we are dragging along,
That we fight, that we endure one's life?
Is this how one morning this ends?
Oh oh oh oh oh...
A man hanged himself from a branch
The birds have sung above
Have sung the loves that begin
Have sung for the life that goes on
Oh oh oh oh oh...
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