(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
(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