Woorden: Greta Ida Csatlós. Lunatic. Black Widow.

He waited for a long time
to love a good heart like mine
Until we're married then
I would do anything for him
Dont break my heart
I'll break your heart
like someone once
broke mine

This would not be the first time
that there is left a widow - crying, dying
he tasted poison in his wine
Dont break my heart
I'll break your heart
like someone
broke mine
No one will ever resist love
when your re in war you
soon or later will get missed
you smell The poison of your skin
you feel the sting of jealousy
it leads us to a crime of passion
so love will punish you and me

You broke my Heart
you broke my heart
you broke my heart
and left me standing in the dark-ness