We share the room and the bed
Little brother come and be so nice
Little brother come touch me
Slide very close to me
A black hole in front of the bed< br/>And every sheep falls into it
I'm already too old and I'm counting them
Because I can't sleep
Below my navel in the branches< br/>A white dream is waiting
Little brother, come hold on tight
And shake the leaves off the tree for me
Play a game with me
Give me yours Hand and
Play with me
A game
Play with me
A game
Play with me
Because we are alone
Play with me
A game
Father, mother, child
The little brother's hand hurts
He turns back to the wall
The brother helps me now and then
So that I can sleep
Play a game with me
Give me your hand and
Play with me
A game
Play with me
A game
Play with me
Because we are alone
Play with me
A game
Play with me
A game
Play with me
A game
Play with me
A game
Play with me
A game
Father mother child

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