Though we stuck together
With the hips like insects
I began to pray
And the field began to bloom
The seed was good and early this year
But the ground was not fertile
The old lap didn't receive
And all these tiny little snakes
Fell through the lattice-work
And freed a thunderstorm
Don't forget us
Will you remember in March?
The father ordered the field
The mother broke the heart
The children rose out of the skin
Onto the ground and sang loudly
Where can I seed myself?
My heart lies in dead earth
Don't forget us
Will you remember in March?
The father ordered the field
The mother broke the heart
Don't forget us
Will you remember in May?
The father has lost his heart
The mother tore it in two