Like muscles when you work and lift the axe, or harvest, hammer, excavate a grave, so did the water tighten, surge, relax with every current, every breezy wave. [Chorus] A struggle is hell When you don’t know A good reassuring spell And time runs slow [verse] with every current, every breezy wave. like Mother, dandled, told a tale, caressed, laundered the dirt of all of Budapest. For hundred thousand years I have been gazing and suddenly I see what's there to see. A flash, and time is fully-grown, embracing what generations scan and show to me every breezy wave [Chorus] the struggle is hell When you don’t know A good reassuring spell And time runs slow [verse] It was the end of the war when I went to the country that last time. Being In the city, all the stores were empty- no food, not even bread. I lay flat on my belly on top of a boxcar to bring you, Mother flour, and potatoes in a sack. I, your stubborn son, brought a chicken for you. But you weren't there. [Chorus] The struggle is hell When you don’t know A good reassuring spell And time runs slow every breezy wave The struggle is hell Every mother's son is let down in the end
