One could think that/ she were being martyred
with the way she/ has to cry down on my knees
But
I refuse now / to be her dad, big brother
These are not parts/ I can for ever play
No, no way..
Tell her: some people out there,
dance and sing around us
I wear blinkers, I am proud
And I'm mad about you
She doesn't care...
Yet, how could I / be even more sincere ?
I sometimes find it hard to make ends meet..
But
since the year when I came back from the war
I never missed / a single date of hers,
In no way ..
Tell her: some people out there,
dance and sing around us
I wear blinkers, I am proud
And I'm mad about you
She doesn't care...
Before/ when she wanted to be a horsewoman,
She wrote she felt unwell in our home,
But
that she would not/ bet her entire life
on my worthless and hopeless love-story
See ? no way..
Tell her: some people out there,
dance and sing around us
I wear blinkers, I am proud
And I'm mad about you
She doesn't care...
Tell her: some people out there,
dance and sing around us
I wear blinkers, I am proud
And I'm mad about you
Tell her: some people out there,
dance and sing around us
I wear blinkers, I am proud
And I'm mad about you
She doesn't care...