I know what my people are thinking tonight As home through the shadows they wander Everyone smiling in secret delight They stare at the castle and ponder
Let me rock you in my arms I'll hold you safe and small A refugee from the Seraphim In your rich girl rags and all Did your dreams die young? Were they
Let me rock you in my arms I'll hold you safe and small A refugee from the seraphim In your rich-girl rags and all Did your dreams die young, were they
Tłumaczenie: Thompson, Richard. Król Czech.