The Man

[Konturo]

A man stands on a hill,
The forest alight with the sun,
He stands and lets his tears spill.

This man has no thrill
The hill immersed in shadow, he can’t run
A man stands on a hill.

He stands waiting until
He can hear the children having fun
He stands and lets his tears spill.

He can’t have his fill
He hurt someone
A man stands on a hill.

There is no pill
To take his pain again
He stands and lets his tears spill.

That man stands there still
His skin weighs a ton
A man stands on a hill.
He stands and lets his tears spill.