June 1997 by Flying Stone
Chorus
Heia heia, heia heia, heia, heia, schiggabei
Heia heia, heia heia, heia, heia, schiggabei
Verse 1
Your sister dead, your mother gone
Now you are alone
You speak, nobody understands
Only your lake at night
Verse 2
You know so much about a man
That’s why you are afraid
But worse is always loneliness
And so you fight your fear
Verse 3
We need your heart, we need your eyes
To see behind the walls
We need your ears, your asking lips
To rediscover roots
© 1997 Flying Stone