Songtext von Unlike The Passing Birds

On nights when rain falls with the blowing wind I have no choice, but to endure the cold I boast, "where is to be found a better man?" But still, in the end, I remain cold On the bare ground we lie on loose straw A destitute family in pain On whom stars don't cast their radiance In times like these, how do we keep on? Haze through the window, past the rain, He lays a wretched comal shell Far removed, his mind cast off Toil beneath the external calm Suffering, caught in portraits Unlike the passing birds, who fly off Haze through the window, past the rain, He lays a wretched comal shell Far removed, his mind cast off Toil beneath the external calm