Den Samme Jodlen Lyrics

In haste
Dear friend
I do not speak a lot
Do not believe them
It's a rumour on a coin

Stay away from salons
Spirits embrace is long gone there's
No speakers of the house

Summers open sea is helpful
In my horizon I can
Clearly regard
My enemies you know

I've never ever been sanguine

As if twinkling blood could be
Confused with a boil
The wolves in my veins are
Foul

And let me tell you something hey
If they declare round the bend
Don't listen to them
I'm game
I'm being hunted and
These bastards will not give up

My fists already tightened
I'm chased to death and frightened
I write you this in haste and
I press your hand in mine