When the day has come and the hour has come
And you're put to the wall where you'll bleed upright
And those who cared for you
Long since have gone from you
Then you will see it is lonely to die!
For the day will come and the hour will come
And you'll color the sand you are standing on red
And when they come for you
Remember I told you
My brother! It's strange how it's lonely to die! |