Where people were rolling in money
And so one day I sailed away
with a heart that was light and sunny.
I came to the land of the free.
I asked you, is this liberty?
If there is no sun, there is no moon, there is no May,
there is no June, if you listen to the song of the sewing machine,
is just a lazy po et's rhyme,
Song of the snowy marching
A drizzling rain is flaying
There is no song, there is no bird,
and God is just an other word.
If you listen to the song
Stitchin', stitchin', cuttin', pinnin'
With no end and no beginning
Sewin', sewin', ever sewing
Going nowhere, always going
Growing older, without growing
That's the song of the sewing machine
Nights that last a thousand years.
Courage for my souvenirs.
There is no song, there is no bird,
and God is just a number one.
If you listen to the song