15.12.2021
My own bride
How pleasant, freshIs the night this late
The melted ice
From the northern sun
But the fog during the day, often bothers me
It reminds when you used to call me 'Snow Flower'*
But the drum, the drum you didn't buy for me
Neither the night gown, this new night gown
Come on, come on, ..., write it down!
But the pe-pe-pe-pe ncil sharpen!
The flowers aren't from you either
The ring I bought it myself
I bite off life like a red apple,
So you know boy, I am my own bride!
But the drum, the drum you didn't buy for me
Neither the night gown, this new night gown
Come on, come on, ..., write it down!
But the pe-pe-pe-pe ncil sharpen!
Neither the flowers are from you
The ring I bought it myself
I bite off life like a red apple,
So you know boy, I am my own bride!
My own bride (My own bride)
My own bride
My own bride (My own bride)
My own bride
How pungent and cold is the night this late
Dark like the raven, I can't even see where I'm walking
But the light of the square sometime it calms me
It reminds me, when you used to call me 'Love'
But the drum, the drum you didn't buy for me
Neither the night gown, this new night gown
I bite off life like a red apple,
So you know boy, I am my own bride!
My own bride (My own bride)
My own bride
My own bride (My own bride)
My own bride
My own bride (My own bride)
My own bride
My own bride (My own bride)
My own bride