Derrah, who lives in the acient Libary.
Who doesn’t have a face
Which lies in the dark
And never comes out
Sings in the morning
When she comes around

Doedle her dragon
With his funny face
Laughs when he sees her
He knows her face
When she’s shows it
The sun shines
On the Ilse of Ty Basil

Always talk in lyricks
Never in a language
Always afraid
Because nothing is save
When you don’t know who you are