Skar the fire son   Pet the smiling one   Woo the sleeping one   Ró the crying one      Hú-hviss my little one   Ró-ró 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