Birds sing most beautifully at 2 a.m.
Stink of this city doesn't distort their moan
Do they know of who I am?
When they are falling from this city's crown

Shouldn't they have know?
Do they symphatize with those who are wearing crowns of thorns?
Shouldn't they have know?
That we all are falling down straight to the death arms

Isn't in that hidden life's charm?
In the fact that all what's living is going to die
There's no way for Death disarm

We can't no more time buy
But should we cry?
Or should we fight, the choice is ours