Empty House Sad House The House of Whistle and the Furnace Without You Baby Happiness Another Period of I Fog Fog But your shadow is I hear the sound of the night Says here You went to the night and come to the night You went and with the night come from the homeland in my heart Prideful and deceitful Now my hand reads your only poem The good sense of Batu Stay in my veins Now my hand is my only poetry Whistle and whistle without you Baby Happiness Another period of I Fog Fog But your shadow is I hear the sound of the night says hes gone here
