When he arrived, the deer was still breathing, he was still licking his lambs, when he arrived, his heart was still beating, but it was a spring that dried up, when he arrived, the deer was still breathing, he was still licking his lambs, I miss him, I miss
this rampant, I miss this fisherman, I miss this fisherman
on the mountain of refuge, the ram of your gun growls, what is the life of Godar on the mountain of refuge, the ram of your gun growls what life I miss the emptiness, I miss it, I miss this rampant, I miss it, I miss
this fisherman,
they call it a war without declaring a war that has no rules, they call it an unequal fight, a fight that is useless, someone from the plain without a deer said, you put sorrow on my heart, I dont want to put a dry and empty plain, I loved that deer that ship I miss, I miss it, I miss
