múm Nightly Cares
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