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Under the dirty skies on sands
With wooden chapel nearby
The undertaker Simon’s house stands
A black bird landed with a cry
His wise eyes mirror
People’s souls
In constant search of evil goals
Do not those fall
Who have lost all
The coffins old man Simon nails
Keeping in mind faces and namesfaces and names
He only said the only words
The book of life ripping apart
The devil does his dirty jobs
With idle hands and frozen heart
With idle hands and frozen heart
Life thread of Simon faded away
Because of future clients tries
The black bird rested, flew away
The world’s not sorry for the one who dies
Slow river current
Did not turn back
It is still flowing
Through light and the dark
The coffins old man Simon nails
Keeping in mind faces and namesfaces and names
He only said the only words
The book of life ripping apart
The devil does his dirty jobs
With idle hands and frozen heart
With idle hands and frozen heart
