Sari Gelin
I fight for a loveKnowing it can’t be wonSent from a light aboveChild of our golden SunSari Gelin
I reach for handsKnowing they can’t be heldCursed by words I can’t tellBroken under your spellSari Gelin
And like a roseTurning in to thornsMy love was takenBack to the light aboveWhat can I do, my love?Child of our Golden SunSari Gelin.
A beating drumSearches on for your songEchoes will carry onWondering where you’ve goneSari Gelin
Is that your voiceCaught in the mountain air?Leading me to nowhereDrifting in silent prayerSari Gelin
And like a roseTurning in to thornsMy love was takenBack to the light aboveWhat can I do, my love?Child of our Golden SunSari Gelin
(The ends of your long hair are not meant to be wovenThe flower-buds are not to be pluckedO, golden bride)(What kind of love is this?They will not give you to meOh, what can I do?Oh, what should I do?O, golden bride)