There, on a grief, There are trees, Which can tell to us story about the man. His world was long gone. He lived in piece, full of war, He lived in truth, that full of lie, He lived in life, full of death.
No! It's not a lost labour, It's not a lost labour To live in world of sin. It's not a lost labour, It's not a lost labour To survive but not to win. It's not a lost labour, It's not a lost labour, They like just to get and get. It's not a lost labour, It's not a lost labour 'Cos we'll never forget
He had a hope, He had a dream, But in the end he lost He had a hope, He had a dream, But in the end he lost. Hope... Dream... But in the end he lost. Hope... Dream... But in the end he lost.