Mum. Nightly Cares. Zeneszám

Skar 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 the warmest rust
?Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go away, go away
Past the hills, past the day

Touch a feal, you blind a must
Soft the skin of the warmest rust
?Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go away, go away
Past the hills, past the day