Get up and get out, my bridal sister
Get up and get out, get up and go look
Wake up my older sister
Open up your eyes, now
A whole world awaits for you outside
for you to get it together and to wise/sober up
A real world tired and run down
almost begging you to go
Get yourself up, get yourself up
Pick your head up high
You know that I think only of you
You know that I wan't the best for you
If you'll give me a moment to look in your eyes
deep into your heart
He's not for you, my bridal sister
don't be sad, and don't cry
With light legs, my bruised sister
Run, don't wait
From a hungry land, from a cheating land
Get up and go like a fleeting dove
Get up now for the door
Don't wait even for a second
Get yourself up, get yourself out
Pick your head up high
You know that I think only of you...
With every day that passes, you continue to discover,
with the silence from you, and so on
Get up and get out, my sister. Run! Wise/Sober up!
You know I think only of you...