Two hikers came forward
with sticks and crooked backs
One was called Eskil, one was called Frans
Life was hard
They came on a road from in a poor man's valley
and met a baroness
She rode in a carriage with a team of four horses
Life was hard
They bowed and greeted the tree
and asked for alms
Hesitantly she gave Eskil a penny
Life was hard
A Frans and an Eskil sat on a bench
in the middle of the gray concrete
They would go to social services a turn
Life is hard
There they would ask for money for food
unemployed, insured
Little by little, just for today
Life is hard
Life is hard
Life is hard

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