Oh! What a pity, leave,
Almost everyone is on leave
Gone! Gone away to the countryside,
To pay respect in rooms and huts,
To watch and to pay for the dying ones.

The neighbourhood is quiet,
The doors are locked,
The windows are a grey blur
Are they all asleep?
There is no way to confirm it,
There is no way to believe.

Yes there is fear,
Yes there is isolation,
Yes there is panic buying,
Yes the sickness is real,
Oh! Snap! There is even death!

But time, time has an explanation for everything.

They call you,
The time will come,
When the country will be bright again
Dreams and aspirations will be realised,
We will go back to a time before you came knocking,
And birds will sing again