| Oh I feel terrible everytime I’m single
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| What is it my trouble, never finding the midlle
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| What is the matter with me
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| Mummy keeps telling me the story
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| Oh the one you know under the see
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| I don’t believe it let me be
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| I will never have babies
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| Everyone belongs to someone, how comes that I’m alone
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| I feel awfully lonesome everyone in my room
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| There’s no one in my arms, my body’s getting cold
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| «Artichoke-hearted-man», I’m no falling at all
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| Oh I feel a little, deep inside, shy as a girl
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| faces revealed to the sun, your cheeks have turned red and purple
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| There is lays on table,
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| like a kiss kept in bottle
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| this is a bloody battle
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| you’re pointing at my head with a gun
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| And in the past, I would say «let it go»
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| but I’m not in the past, I don’t say «let it go»
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| All vanishes so fast, you children in the snow
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| I remember your mums, but they will not let you know |