Hi.
is
foreign
Hey!
I know where to hide
And to forget forever
To cry in a glass
I walk not firmly
I walk with a happy face
And I don't need you
And with memory erased
Two pelts from the wards
Undying fear
I'll be back late at night,
and you'll want to send me to all the devils.
And life is so small,
and all that's left of it is you,
my shalman.
I'm not going to
walk around with a firm head,
I'm going with a happy face,
And I don't need you.
And with my memory erased,
Two tortured hordes,
And death is not so terrible.
I'm not going to walk around with a firm head,
I'm going with a happy face,
And I don't need you.
And I don't need you.
