Lyrics:

Skar the fire son, pet the smiling one Woo the sleeping one, r' the crying one H'-hviss my little one, r'-r' 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