Cuckoo 歌词

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