In a street full of fog
A stranger with his guitar
Sang, sang a song
That two other fellows repeated it:
Marjory1, you're so pretty
Marjory, the spring blossoms
Marjory, I was soldier
But today I return to you
She had said: "I will wait for you"
He had said: "I will come back"
He left still a child
He returned as a man now
Marjory, you're so pretty
Marjory, the spring blossoms
Marjory, I was soldier
But today I return to you
He was away for ten years
But the ten years changed everything
Nothing is the same in the streets
Apart from the sky, he din't recognize anything
Marjory, you're so pretty
Marjory, the spring is over
Marjory, I know very well
The lost love never comes back
A stranger and his guitar
They dissapeared in the fog
And with him his fellows
left taking their songs with them:
Marjory, you're so pretty
Marjory, the spring blossoms
Marjory, I was soldier
But today I return to you
Marjory, Marjory, Marjory
1. type of plant used as a spice in cooking