People meet each other
People fall in love with each other
People get married
I am unlucky in love, it's a bad job
Finally, I met a girl last night
Where trains were whistling alarmingly
Their wheels rumbling on tracks
She got into her carriage
She smiled at me from the window
The train moved slowly, I followed it
I waved at her in reply
She has fair hair, a plait
There is the bottomless blue sky in her eyes
There is Spring in her smile
A slim, cute, very beautiful girl
Maybe, she is somewhere around here
She got into her carriage
She smiled at me from the window
The train moved slowly, I followed it
I waved at her in reply
People meet each other
People fall in love with each other
People get married
I am unlucky in love, it's a bad job
It's a bad job
It's a bad job
It's a bad job