The soul sugar

So pack these bags, prepare to leave

The nights made colder, thy rooted seed

The air gets colder, on the wait home

And time gets shorter, all the way home

My defenseless mother

The soul sugar

The waves roll over, so starts the sea

To resist temptation, the fuel for greed

The air gets colder, on the wait home

And time gеts shorter, all the way home

My dеfenseless mother

On her way home

All her way home

As if this was not enough, to bring back this sentimental

As if this was not enough, to bring back this sentimental

The air gets colder, on the wait home

And time gets shorter, I've become nothing more, I've become nothing less

My defenseless mother

On the way home