DON’T SING LULLABIES TO YOUR PAIN

DON’T SING LULLABIES TO YOUR PAIN

Don’t sing lullabies to your pain
All your troubles has to be said goodbye
To the sore, to the pain, to the cold, to the rain
Don’t even think to sing lullabies

You pain gonna end by itself
The Moon and the Sun will shine
Glass of wine, of five, maybe even nine
Or better than wine – moonshine

Don’t sing lullabies to your pain
All your troubles has to be said goodbye
To the sore, to the pain, to the cold, to the rain
Don’t even think to sing lullabies