While spring dies and summer gleams
this girl is left alone in the icy streams.
Fool, although not so young,
rain filling up her lungs,
sits by the windowsill holding a clock of steel,
always waiting to be sold for a kiss.
this girl is left alone in the icy streams.
Fool, although not so young,
rain filling up her lungs,
sits by the windowsill holding a clock of steel,
always waiting to be sold for a kiss.
Sun is gone and hail is here,
trains go by, oh, why is tonight so clear?
Girl is still untouched,
now she´s undressed too much.
Still by the frozen pool, cold as a stolen jewel,
always waiting to be sold for a kiss.
Trouble is on display,
seems like it´s there to stay,
always waiting to be sold for a kiss.
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