Big baby is born, in the dark, in the wild, big baby is crying, big baby is alone. The chicken is here, the chicken is there, the chicken is everywhere. Eat the chicken, big baby eat! The chicken is good for you, the chicken is protein. No, big baby won’t eat; the chicken is big baby’s friend. Since dawn they sang together a sad silent song. At dusk they stood side by side in a dark emptied space. It is cold here. Chilled mineral water is dripping down their cheeks. Yet, colors of hope are glimmering in the air, radiating inside their chests, keeping big baby happy, and the chicken strong.