Orphans

And now, describe my country as if to strangers

This train is full of songs of local winners

And the wind surrounds the towers

The flags, they are blowin'

And the bunting and the distance stretches over our sound

And when he teases the children

He calls them orphans

And he cries for all the flowers of the forest

In his head, there is no reason to be sad about the garden

But his heart bleeds very often for things forgotten like little orphans

Like little orphans