LYRICS

You’re not an icon to pray every day,
previous nights my back.
I’m not a saint and sin is hidden in me
me lose you.

Where sit innkeepers are sweaty,
until dawn you play musicians.
Short are my days with you, my nights are long, you
feasting, I wake Angel. (x2)Chorus: (x2)
Gele, Gele finished with you,
Gele, Gele, angel.
But the die turns
will seek new fortune.

The house sold, pub built for you
to me to drink Angel.
strangers come you do not come devil
lose me, you lose me.
Where are sweaty sit innkeepers,
until dawn you play musicians.
Short are my days with you, my nights are long, you
feasting, I wake Angel. (x2)

Chorus : (x2)

Short are my days with you, my nights are long, you
feasting, I wake Angel. (x2)

Chorus: (x2)