ská¤r the fire son
pet the smiling one
woo the sleeping one
ro the crying one
hu-hviss my little one
ro-ro my crying one
ligg-ligg my tired one
rura, sleeping one
touch a feal, you blind a must
soft the skin of warmest rust
this nothing blows in the faraway
i go away, go away
past the hills, past the day
cause nothing blows in the faraway
i go away, go away
past the hills, past the day