We share the room and the bed
Come little bro and be so kind
Little bro come on and touch me
Move very close to me
Before the bed a black hole
And every sheep is falling in
I am too old, and yet I count them
Because I'm unable to sleep
Below the navel in the branches
A white dream is already waiting
Come on, little bro, hold on
And shake me the leaves from the tree
Play a game with me
Give me your hand and
Play with me
A game (x2)
Play with me
Because we're alone
Play with me
A game
Father mother child
The hand of the little bro is hurting
He turns again towards the wall
The brother helps me now and then
So that I'm able to sleep
Play a game with me
Give me your hand and
Play with me
A game (x2)
Play with me
Because we're alone
Play with me
A game (x5)
Father mother child
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