Farmer Mylene
So be I
Jardin De Vienne
Little man
Smile no more
Life in short
You're already well there u
Your body sways
In the evening wind
Like a dance
A goodbye
Climb the tree
Like a bird
So that your soul
Rises higher...
Little man
Fell asleep
Like an apple
We picked you up
Your head bends
Is it to see me?
In the distance swings
The black rope.
Climb the tree
Like a bird
To may your soul
Rise higher...
Baia Iaiaia, Baia Iaiaaa
Baia Iaiaia, Baia Iaiaaa
Tonight I am sad
He knows is hanged
In a garden in Vienna.
Climb the tree
Like a bird
So that your soul
Climb higher...