The Lilt

Pull, pull, and now I wake up my foreboding
As soon as all come nothing, nothing
I saw the lakes and our failings
But present time is over, over

Fever like river
You don't find my life here

Pull, pull and now I break up, we are feeling
It is not end, but nothing nothing
I saw the space and our failings
But present time is over, over

Fever like river
You don't find my life here