ŞARKI SÖZÜ
[Mekong Delta, J. Jenkins]
When you'll come back home again
Weary from the fight
I will nurse your wounds and I'll
release you from your weights
You must be hungry and
There's blood upon your hands
So please come in and I will cure your fever
Why don't you rest your head
You long for warmth I bet
You needn't worry of a thing when I'm near
(He's the cure)
I'm the cure
I'm the cure
What can just light up your heart
When you're in the dark
What just makes privation worth
