In the corner of the room Where it is a little wet There is an aquairium And sometimes it makes me sad Big-eyed fish, deeply depressed, Want to have som tiny hands Drink the water from the can And it shows? how they depend.
Fish will born and fish will die In captivity of glass Morning sunshine through the tide Today will be their last.
Having woken up in bed Of the fishe's paradise Golden fish at last will know, What a thing is freedom life In the corner of the room Where it is a little wet There is an aquairium And sometimes it makes me sad.
Fish will born and fish will die In captivity of glass Morning sunshine through the tide Today will be their last.