Dreamed last night about a time and place
Where from our troubles we had escaped
I held your hand and I felt complete
As anda turned and berkata to me
From now on
From now on we'll be
anda and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
anda and me
anda and me, we will be
Years went sejak and nothing changed
The Cinta we shared just stayed the same
As hair grew grey on bahagian, atas of our heads
Every night I quietly said
From now on
From now on we'll be
anda and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
anda and me
anda and me, we will be
Only a dream
Only a dream
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
anda and me, we will be
Where from our troubles we had escaped
I held your hand and I felt complete
As anda turned and berkata to me
From now on
From now on we'll be
anda and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
anda and me
anda and me, we will be
Years went sejak and nothing changed
The Cinta we shared just stayed the same
As hair grew grey on bahagian, atas of our heads
Every night I quietly said
From now on
From now on we'll be
anda and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
anda and me
anda and me, we will be
Only a dream
Only a dream
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
anda and me, we will be
Last born of the clan
First one to be free
Lived inside a house
Beneath the hanging tree
Loved them deadly nights
That chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at night
In unforgiving tones
Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
He picked up his pisau and his bow
Killer of Jonathan Low
Violence from without
And anger from within
Crawling through the fields
Informing seterusnya of kin
They all turned their backs
But they all knew his name
And if he could return
They'd probably do the same
Blood of his Friends was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
The blood of his Friends was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
First one to be free
Lived inside a house
Beneath the hanging tree
Loved them deadly nights
That chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at night
In unforgiving tones
Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
He picked up his pisau and his bow
Killer of Jonathan Low
Violence from without
And anger from within
Crawling through the fields
Informing seterusnya of kin
They all turned their backs
But they all knew his name
And if he could return
They'd probably do the same
Blood of his Friends was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low
The blood of his Friends was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low