The Left Garden Songtext
von Born Heller

I went to the left garden
I hadn′t anything to say
I went to the left garden
The month of hate in the month of May

And in the left garden
By the bushes turning round and round
In the left garden
This dead bird was all I found

And it told me
At last, last I've flown away
At last, last, I′ve flown away
At long last, I've flown away
Flown away at last I did


"Well, well," I said to her
"Where would I be if I was a bird?"
Then from underneath her mind
She lent me this and she was right

And she told me
"Go, go far from here
Don't be back unless you′re near
Death for death is all that grows
In the yard of man, every animal knows"

And she told me
"Go, go far from here
Don′t be back unless you're near
Death for death is all that grows
In the yard of man, every animal knows"

Have you been to the left garden?
Have you anything to say?
Have you been to the left garden?
What′s growing there this month of May?