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So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master
Early morning I look up at the sky
Fine pocket knife, the rough-bread is being cut
Little calf's trouble has also been cut here
Early morning I look at the sky
My little angel
So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master
Early morning I look at the sky
There is a bird, who will carry away
My little angel
I am buried in it alive, alive
I am turning yellow, heavily
Mommy (meaning 'wife'), I will write when I am free
my little angel
So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
There is a bird, who will carry away
My little angel
Early morning I look upward at the sky
So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
There is a bird, who will carry away
Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master
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- Hit Collection 2000
- The Best Of Deep Forest
- Ambient Nights, Volume 3
- All Stars Deep Forest
- 100% Hits: Enigmatic Hits, Volume 2
- Mystical Travel
- World Mix
- Dao Dezi World Mix Album
- Essence of Deep Forest
- Essence Of The Forest By Deep Forest
- Deeper Deep Forest: The Ambient Mixes
- 16 Top Hits International 1-1993
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