Mount Wroclai (Idle Days)
And I know when time will pass by slow
Without my heart, what can I do?
You're in the halls
The bell gives way to a larger swell
Without my heart, what can I do?
Oh, Wroclai
And we grow fat
On the charms of our idle dreary days
Seen the shadows grow
See an ominous display with no alarm
Could we say
We'd have expected this way?
Our desires have died
Give innocent to play Wroclai