Empty House Sad House The House of Whistle and the Furnace Without Happiness Baby The color of me without you
Fog Fog But your shadow is I hear the sound of the night Say that it is here
Youve gone to the night Nobility You went with night and you come from the homeland Youre staying in my heart proud and nobility Now my hand is my only poetry Reads your hands The good feeling of Batu Stayed in my veins Now my hand It is
Empty house sad house House of whistle and butter without you Dear happiness Another of me without you
Fog Fog But your shadow is I hear the nights voice say that is gone here
