Protect me from ravagement I am ten years old I don't know what I do Protect me myself I am fourteen There's nothing to do Protect me yourself I am sixteen Protect me from starving I am eighteen Protect me you I don't know what you do Protect me demons That come at night I don't know what they say Their whispering Sends the night air away And makes me forget I hope they come Again and again Here they come Again and again I hope they come again Again Again Source: interpreted from original recordings. Transcribed: Hans van Dok with Casper Hulshof
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