Anaana
Hu-Ha!
Aaaaaaaaah
Washing her hands in burning lava
Pick stars like daisies from the sky
Give blood to shine on all my brothers
Set fire to the blackest night
Anaaana aaaaaahah
Anaaana aaaaaahah
Anaaana aaaaaahah
Anaaana aaaaaahah
Aaaaaaaaah
Where is your mama, is she crying?
Set sail to where the good winds blow!
Where are your gods, they were all lying
Hunt treasures and rare animals
Anaaana aaaaaahah
Anaaana aaaaaahah
Anaaana aaaaaahah
Anaaana aaaaaahah
Writer/s: Alexander Köck, Stephanie Widmer
