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Translation
There is no man, no woman Thata is lost in here That could Turn to you
There isn't more beautiful song Or more cruel hymn Under this sky
How much weight one mans work? What do you get from world When you hit legs under little boy With your stoned fist
C At front of life, good grain I sing silently Hymn that is graveserious
Who has power To count these days There are, afterall Too many of them
Too many childs play At playground Shifting sand from ice
C repreated few times
Translation
There is no man, no woman Thata is lost in here That could Turn to you
There isn't more beautiful song Or more cruel hymn Under this sky
How much weight one mans work? What do you get from world When you hit legs under little boy With your stoned fist
C At front of life, good grain I sing silently Hymn that is graveserious
Who has power To count these days There are, afterall Too many of them
Too many childs play At playground Shifting sand from ice
C repreated few times