On a mystical night, br In the Island of Tikling, br He strummed his guitar, br And sung his lullaby. br His voice magical carried by, br The summer wind. br br As I lay in my cozy bed, br He strummed his guitar once more, br While the other poured fermented drink. br br I like a bird, br With a broken wing, br A traveler, br Lay in silence, br Listening to his lullaby, br Until my tired eyes, br Hushed me to sleep.