Is there a place Where I can pay respects For the d**h of my family? Show some respect Between the three of us There is the mother and the child Then there is the father and the child But no man and a woman No triangle of love So where do I go to make an offering? I fall on my knees Lay my flowers Light the candles So where do I go to make offering To mourn our miraculous triangle
Father, mother, child? How will I sing us out of this sorrow Build a safe bridge for the child out of this danger I raise a monument of love There is a swarm of sound Around our heads And we can hear it And we can get healed by it It will relieve from the pain It will make us all part of This universe of solutions This place of salvations This location of solutions