At three-thirty he opens a small window
The gentle wind in the park makes the leaves of the maple tree move
He absent-mindedly wipes the falling hair from his face
And the street lights form a string of pearls
Now ö It's past four o'clock, he remembers every one of them
The door closing behind it like a gunshot
There can only be one room so strangely quiet
When has man departed from man
O Lord bless and protect us
Good God bless and protect your children
Two photos on the table and the double bed empty än
The thoughts have stopped on the same track
Shards of the past moment belong in a small life
You can't get them out of your mind in a moment än
It feels as if all the years could fit in the blink of an eye
He thinks at the edge of his window and pours the glass to the sides
How he longs for someone to sit on his head my heart to his chair
When the morning comes to the quiet city
O Lord bless bless and protect us
Good God bless and protect your children
O Lord bless bless and protect us
Good God bless and protect you children
Bless and protect us ...

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