The one I raised with my own hans, resurrected when it was about to die
You took my flower and gave it away to others
You took my flower and gave it away to others
Mountains mountains
I'l be your slave, please let me go
Let me see my lover one last time
Let me see my lover one last time
Birds don't fly, roses don't bloom anymore
Obvious, there is bad news from wherever you've gone
Obvious, there is bad news from wherever you've gone