When the sun shines in the middle of the night
And the brownish owl wakes u up;
When the tiger sings the romantic song
And the nightingale shouts at the cub.
When a father stills his daughter’s meal,
And mother tries to eat her son;
This world doesn’t find a place to weep,
And we fail to make out whether its dusk or dawn.
Lord has taken his name in vain ,
We have screwed things up again;
Looks as if we want to live
But death is what gives us a relief;
As we start sinking in our own bath tub
The nightingale shouts at the cub.
The earth is going round and round
We are looking at things spellbound;
The lash green field got soaked in blood
The black witch cluttered the wall with mud;
Still we hang out at discs and pub
While the nightingale shouts at the cub.