You are the summer for me
if I'm the winter for you
on the south
hemisphere
For me, you are the now
And for you, I hope when I
Step on ice, I'm still not gonna fall
through, through, through
Why do you think you're running a risk?
I won you for a lifetime
Growing old together is just a formality
The summer became autumn
and the silence turned into a gale
when you gave other girls the
stare, stare, stare
Be a goldfish!1
Feels like I have a wish in store
all three for us, asking you for
more, more more!
When the spring enthralls, how it goes, blockboard covered with a beeswax coat, you snuggle up to me, now you're glued, it's very good, it makes me spooked
Why do you think you're running a risk?
I won you for a lifetime
Growing old together is just a formality
A shovel, a hoe and a blender2
That's what our typical day resembles
Put the key under the doormat!
1. In Hungarian (and probably in many other nation's) fairy tales, goldfish often have the power to grant 3 wishes.2. This is a tongue-in-cheek alteration of a traditional saying that is used at Hungarian weddings. The original goes something like: "May only the shovel, the hoe and the great bell separate you two!", meaning that only death should do the married couple part.