Your girl is crying in the night
Is she wrong or is she right
There's nothing I can do
Your girl is shining in the night
Burning burning burning bright
I don't know what else I should do
Tell her that I'm like her
That I still love songs
That talk about love and swallows,
Sorrows, wind, shivers
Tell her that I think of her
When I hear talk of magnolias
When I heard new music
resounds like the sound of battle
Your girl is crying in the night
Is she wrong, is she right
I don't know what else I should do
She's so strong that she's broken,
She was proud she's submissive,
Like a love loses its grip,
Breaks not bent,
You resemble her
When she trembles
And in your voice
I can hear sometimes
A little of her voice
She resembles you
When she trembles
When she cries
Here, in the heart
of trees in blossoms
Tell her that I'm scared for her
In the basements when it turns dark
When I heard new music
In which despair raises its cry
Tell her that I think of her
In a large field of magnolias
And if all of the flowers are beautiful
I often, often burn my fingers,
Magnolias in their hundreds,
Like magnolias of the past
I don't know what else I should do
The magnolias are always there
She looks like all girls
When they loved that way
Naughty or shy they may be
Poor violets or magnolias
She loves damp sky which threatens rain
And the deserts when it turns cold
Sometimes she cries when I arrive
And she laughs when she's going away
If you go into the storm
If you go you'll see her
Tell her that I'm just like her
That I still love songs
that talk about love and swallows...