He worked in a carpenter's workshop For days he made coffins to order Every day it is like the previous He was planing grave
We shout in pain But others do not hear We shout in pain But annoying pain of another His life we spend in useless worries But at the end of life, we need a mortician
Around the sad faces of friends and rivals who rejoice Ceremony will be over soon. Everything in our life has a taste of woodcheaps From the workshop of the undertaker
We shout in pain But others do not hear We shout in pain But annoying pain of another His life we spend in useless worries But at the end of life, we need a mortician
