| Song | Hunter's lullaby |
| Artist | Christina Rosenvinge |
| Album | Un caso sin resolver |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A gun in the closet, | |
| clean snow in my bed, | |
| the paths in the forest | |
| all tainted in bright red. | |
| Full moon by the kitchen, | |
| dry leaves on the floor, | |
| down here it´s so quiet | |
| I can hear every door. | |
| Silent roses | |
| to hide my sleeping child, | |
| I wait for the hunter | |
| who lost his soul in the wilds. | |
| My hips shape a craddle, | |
| my heart is full of milk, | |
| I pray for the morning | |
| to come back without guilt. | |
| Rusty roses, | |
| a winter lullaby, | |
| I wait for the hunter | |
| who comes in tears from the wilds. | |
| Green and yellow, | |
| baby, I´m dying to feel | |
| your weight on me, | |
| so sweet and mellow. | |
| Sooner or later | |
| you´ll come down on your knees. |
| A gun in the closet, | |
| clean snow in my bed, | |
| the paths in the forest | |
| all tainted in bright red. | |
| Full moon by the kitchen, | |
| dry leaves on the floor, | |
| down here it s so quiet | |
| I can hear every door. | |
| Silent roses | |
| to hide my sleeping child, | |
| I wait for the hunter | |
| who lost his soul in the wilds. | |
| My hips shape a craddle, | |
| my heart is full of milk, | |
| I pray for the morning | |
| to come back without guilt. | |
| Rusty roses, | |
| a winter lullaby, | |
| I wait for the hunter | |
| who comes in tears from the wilds. | |
| Green and yellow, | |
| baby, I m dying to feel | |
| your weight on me, | |
| so sweet and mellow. | |
| Sooner or later | |
| you ll come down on your knees. |
| A gun in the closet, | |
| clean snow in my bed, | |
| the paths in the forest | |
| all tainted in bright red. | |
| Full moon by the kitchen, | |
| dry leaves on the floor, | |
| down here it s so quiet | |
| I can hear every door. | |
| Silent roses | |
| to hide my sleeping child, | |
| I wait for the hunter | |
| who lost his soul in the wilds. | |
| My hips shape a craddle, | |
| my heart is full of milk, | |
| I pray for the morning | |
| to come back without guilt. | |
| Rusty roses, | |
| a winter lullaby, | |
| I wait for the hunter | |
| who comes in tears from the wilds. | |
| Green and yellow, | |
| baby, I m dying to feel | |
| your weight on me, | |
| so sweet and mellow. | |
| Sooner or later | |
| you ll come down on your knees. |