Nightly Cares - múm

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