Map Dealer歌词

For a thousand years in your sight are like a day

Before the shadow comes in, we were dwelling in your place.

In the morning it springs up new, by evening it is dry

For our trouble and sorrow they will quickly pass away



fly away, fly away, far away

Return to dust, o sons of men, o sons of men

He wept our tears in our eyes, in our eyes.

fly away, fly away, far away