You did not purposely kindle the tip of the letter you wrote to me
You decided to go to the city
It is up to you..
But you were not aware of the desicion of yours..
On the shift at night time
A voice comes back from the mountains
There is no turning back
From the roads you have hit to
Oh dear, my dear
Only my dear, my dear
Not the voice coming from the mountains
My dear will be the one who’s gonna put me in the grave
Cities would seem nice but
They also eat you like an animal
Life is great but
It makes you a simple stock
On the shift at night time
A voice comes back from the mountains
There is no turning back
From the roads you have hit to
Oh dear, my dear
Only my dear, my dear
Not the voice coming from the mountains
My dear will be the one who’s gonna put me in the grave
I can not call you dear
You left me
I can not forgive you
You become a gum in the mouths
On the shift at night time
A voice comes back from the mountains
There is no turning back
From the roads you have hit to
Oh dear, my dear
Only my dear, my dear
Not the voice coming from the mountains
My dear will be the one who’s gonna put me in the grave