witch - wife

She is neither pink nor pale,

And she never will be all mine.

She learned her hands in fairy-tale,

and her mouth on a valentine.

 

She has more hair than she needs,

In the sun´tis a woe to me!

And her voice is a strings of colored beads,

Or steps leading into the sea.

 

REF:  She loves me all that she can

 

And her ways to my ways resign!

 

She was not!!!... for any man

 

She loves me all that she can

 

And she never be will be all mine...

 

She was not!!!... for any man.

 

 

You can touch her body

But you´l never touch ? her soul!

You can put, her chains on...

...but you´l never make her love you!

 

 

She has more hair than she needs,

In the sun´tis a woe to me!

And her voice is a strings of colored beads,

Or steps leading into the sea.

 

Medzi RF: And all i can win

 

Is her smile /is her smile.../

 

...in the wind!

 

RF:...