Manuskripti.

All I want is the best for our lives my dear,
and you know my wishes are sincere.
What's to say for the days I cannot bear

A Sunday smile we wore it for a while.
And at cemetery mile we paused and sang.
About a Sunday smile and we felt clean.

We burnt to the ground
left a view to admire
with buildings inside church of white.
We burnt to the ground left a grave to admire.
Hills reach for the sky, reach the church of white.