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