Cuckoo
How many songs are there yet to come?
Tell me, cuckoo, and sing"¦
Where am I to live, where am I to die?
Lying on the ground, or flying like a star in the sky?
Flying
Sunshine above, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
If there's a way out, then show it to me
Like this"¦
Who will tread upon these lonely steps again?
Who is strong and brave? Who will pay the price in battle
With their lives?
Very few remain in our memory,
With a sound mind, and a strong hand in the ranks
Alive
Where have you gone now, my freedom, where are you?
Who's the lucky one meeting you again this morning,
Tell me"¦
It's good with you around, but it's bad without
But my head and shoulders can hold out underneath the whip
You see