Heal you the rotten wounds,
rotten wounds,
sad old tune
I fought,
fought,
many a war stolen,
let her swear I could
Carefully,
woman is dry
Sad and all,
still I am dry
Where is the mightier?
The mightier is cool
Tell me and tell me again a story from the poet moon
I would like to see you dancing in the silver that you love
Your breathing teller,
shout it out like rain
Tell them to save me now,
that would surely make my day
Honey,
I'm your child, you brought me here
I would like to see you dancing in the silver that you love
Your breathing teller, shout it out like rain
I would like to see you dancing in the silver that you love
Your breathing teller, shout it out like rain
Shout it out like rain
Shout it out like rain
Shout it out like rain
