They don"t need their own home
Night falls as the day leaves
They"re just glad to be left alone
And this solitude night gives
After them carriages fly
They are not concerned with our bread rye
Royal morning here always remains . . . why
Can"t you see it? Are you blind?
Other books they could throw away
Hands" silk, tongue of the eyes
For their well being we"ll pray
Let them pray for us
They don"t need their own home
