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
