She waits for love from east and west
She waits for love from south and north
Love is a gas from flowers and scents
And days, like leaves, fall from a tree
She lights one match from another
She doesn't know how dangerous this is
She fans the fire out of habit
Though it's clear to everyone that the flame has gone out
People go with milk and cheese
Unhappy people, content with the world
People go with soured milk and bread
Unhappy people, forgotten by heaven
She is so drunk from this air
She's in love with the comb and mirror
In her chest is a dove that knows no rest
In her eyes are stars behind a secret little door
Neither thief nor fool can offend her
She doesn't hide her treasures
She's so old for those who can't see
She's so alone for those who don't know
People go with milk and cheese
Unhappy people, content with the world
People go with soured milk and bread
Unhappy people, forgotten by heaven