Текст песни Herman D - In August

You were talking to me
And looking at a monkey
Feeding a monkey
Fruit and bread
You know what: everybody dies
In august, when no-one cries
Or in someone's cruel cruel eyes
But we are not dead

I'd found a bug
In the water jug
It lay num
On my thum
I blew it away
And let it lay
On the floor
At my door