I see again the northers lights above me, on the dark sky, where the lights fight, the night is light, and the stars, like diamonds, shine.

You are my hero, and the guardian of the crazy demons, you are like a safe shoulder, your arms around me, prevent me of bordom.

I come from the northern sky, i guess, you never seen the northern lights, the sky is like a window, it is the universums painting, you cant paint it of your own.

I can give you the northers clothes, those are made from fur, its a new style in central-European catwalks. I can warm you up, all day long, if the fur is too light, to keep the heat on.