Marrón

Brown, brown
Through the streets of the village
Through the streets of the village
My song splinters
Two children fight
For a ray of sun
Misery, it looks very ugly
Misery, what happened?
Don't let us see you
Your cardboard mirror

Brown, brown
The moon of your night
Was a cotton moon
Sadness lasted
Beating the coal
Covered in dew
Perfect sleepyhead
Dreaming of some wasteland
His dream of brass
Dreaming of some wasteland
His dream of brass

Newsboy, wilts
Childhood and joy
Wash clothes night and day
Polish, polish well brown
Wallet without money
Don't be afraid of the thief
Through the streets of the village
My song splinters
Through the streets of the village
My song splinters

Brown, brown
Lend me a smile
I'll trade you an illusion
Where do I get flowers
If there's no balcony?
Where do I get flowers
If there's no balcony?
If pains are abundant
If reason is lacking
Where do I get flowers
If nobody planted them?

Brown, brown
Through the streets of the village
Through the streets of the village
My song splinters
Two children fight
For a ray of sun
Misery, it looks very ugly
Misery, what happened?
Don't let us see you
Your cardboard mirror