Η πρώτη μελωδία που με ακούμπησε κάνοντας παρέα στον καφέ και στο τσιγάρο μου μπαινοντας σπίτι μου...
Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying song
Oh, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Oh father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
Oh then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock our selves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
