(原詩)

I was born this very morning
And my brother he was also born
In our first nine months
We learned to speak
And we have been listening
Since early morn

I love no one but my brother
Who spent those months with me
I hate no one and
No other has so far hated me

But it isn't yet the afternoon
And things are still to be
And when evening comes
We all will see

I am not very old
And I won't live long
I was born this very morning
Singing this here song

Now I feel the worst
For older people
Winding out
Their friendless hours alone
Seeing lives like plays
At final curtain
Looking out to find
Everyone has gone home

Is there something I can pray to?
Some offering I can send?
Or some ear that I can play to,
To help him find a friend?
And maybe then redeem myself
To keep me from that end
For the evening comes
And who knows when

I am not very old
And I won't live long
I was born this very morning
Singing this here song

Oh, my brother, where is our mother?
Is there no other
To live together to be our lover?

I am not very old
And I won't live long
I was born this very morning
Singing this here song
For the evening comes
And who knows when