Mánu Mánná - Child of the Moon
The child of the moonhas skin smooth as silkSo pale, almost whiteThe colour of milk
Her hair falling downwith traces of goldLightens the nightof darkness and cold
Her laughter is softHer smile so brightThe look of her eyesis a capturing sight
The child of the moontakes a walk through the airLets some light into the souls of despair
Manu manna, manu mannamanu manna, manu manna mannaManin manna, manu mannamanin manna, manu manna manna?
When she arrivesshe's singing a songA melody of joythat echoes for long
Every one who's aroundwants to embraceher appearance of love,beauty and grace
But into her heartthere is no wayNight is her friendShe's gone in the day
She is the oneto ease up your fearsBut who is to dryher own moonlit tears?
Manu manna...Manin manna, manu manna manai?