(Lalalalala...)
(help...)
(lalalalala...)
(help...)
Skar, the fire son
Pet, the smiling one
Woo, the sleeping one
Rura, the crying one
Hú hviss (hú hviss),my little one
Ró-ró, my crying one
Ligg-ligg, my weeping one
Rura, rura, sleeping one
Touch or feel, you blinding must
Soft the skin
Of the warmest rust
'Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go, go away
Past the hills, past the day
Touch or feel, you blinding 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
