I left my peers for strangersss.
And what did strangersss do?
Put me in a cellar and went to a fair.

Lips remain dry,
thirsty, untouched.
And the heart, heart is cooling down,
till it reaches cellar's room temperature.

And when it does, oh boy, when it does
I'll be coming back.
Back, to the land of warm hearts and cold snow.