The Old Man (Metal Law)

There is an old man lonely on the bench every day The dogs only growl low and seldom anybody turns around to him His glances are empty and unconcerned His old jacket is patched His wife is not here anymore He didn’t understand anything He only said: “It isn’t true” The rain pelts on his face The old man doesn’t move Many people are passing by He thinks: “It’s better to die” A little girl comes running Sits down beside the old man and laughs Her mother angrily pulls her away The old man doesn’t say any word He thinks: “It isn’t true” Die, die, die – it’s better to die, lonely Die, die, die – it’s better to die, lonely Next day he is no longer Sitting on the old bench His seat was left empty Nobody minds at all Die, die, die – it’s better to die, lonely Die, die, die – it’s better to die, lonely Die, die, die – it’s better to die, lonely Die, die, die – it’s better to die, lonely