White White World Page #3

When beloved night falls,

Our sad eyes won't show,

Our bare feet won't show.

We'll do it tomorrow,

And the day after tomorrow,

And then we will fall down,

We will fall down in rows.

Nothing will remain, oh!

The merchants will trade on,

The high and mighty

will stick to their kin,

There will be winter in spring.

The gutter is our mother,

Misery our sister.

Hunger rubs against her,

Our brother is the blade.

Blue sky is our father,

Blue sky so far away,

And the earth will kiss us,

Long into the night,

Closing our eyes,

Closing our eyes.

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