I have a drop of drop again from your tired eyes Chihouk as if you are soaked in your
Baron ...... Baron ...... Baron ...... Baron Heart loved heart, behind closed doors single and lonely and Grion, waiting for it Again in your warm hands that I will no longer I am like the thirsty trunk of the sky that I am a desert
Baron ...... Baron ...... Baron ...... Baron
I am that dry stem, that old stem If it is not rain, I will be captured in the soil Grion
