Hero Fisher
Headdress of indian feathers
Haunted voices
Ice cold and burning eyes
Good bye little yellow bird
Hero Fisher, Hero Fisher
Hero Fisher, Hero Fisher
Four letters made of paper
Red scarf, rear-view mirror
Still swing and absent smile
If I was still alive or just could make someone happy
I would have picked you
I would have picked you
I would have picked you
Hero Fisher, Hero Fisher
Hero Fisher, Hero Fisher
Wish you the best with your lover
Your born in september lover
All the best to your brother
Your born in september brother
For I won't touch anything
So I won't waste everything
Hero Fisher