A bird got killed today
Its feathers on the way
Spread within the range
Of four metres I would say
I hung my head when I saw it
I hung my head when I saw it
I hung my head when I saw them
I hung my head when I saw them
Naked trees in june
They do not start to bloom
Frightened and oppressed
By stagnation
Do you know how I feel, how I feel?
Do you know how I feel, how I feel?
Do you know how I feel, how I feel?
My feet are cold and sweaty
And my bones feel old and heavy
I take off my winter clothes
And my warm skin melts the snow