Flamingods Rhama
Bring me garlands made of gold
Carried from the same temple I was born
Back to the time
Wash my tongue it's taken by yours
I can't speak my mother, wish I learned it younger
Burn my possessions with a flame
Captured from the holy mountain in our plain
Bring me the sun
Golden sun, I'm waiting for you
I can taste my blessing
To take me to my real home
Bring me garlands made of gold
Carried from the same temple I was born
Back to the time
Wash my tongue it's taken by yours
I can't speak my mother, wish I learned it younger
Burn my possessions with a flame
Captured from the holy mountain in our plain
Bring me the sun
Golden sun, I'm waiting for you
I can taste my blessing
To take me to my real home