Is there a place where I can pay respects
For the death of my family?
Show some respect
Between the three of us
There is the mother and the child
Then there is the father and the child
But no man and a woman
No triangle of love

So where do I go to make an offering?
I fall on my knees
Lay my flowers (burn incense)
Light the candles

So where do I go to make an offering?
Mourn our miraculous triangle
Father, mother, child
Father, mother, child

How will I sing us out of this sorrow?
Build a safe bridge for the child
Out of this danger
Danger!

I raise a monument of love
There is a swarm of sound
Around our heads
And we can hear it
And we can get healed by it
It will relieve us from the pain
It will make us apart
Of this universe of solutions
This place of solutions
This location of solutions