the roof.

tears.

ay, ay, ay, ay!

take tz t dies in my arms.

because i love you, i love you, my love,

in ttic whe children play,

dreaming ancient lights of hungary

teoon,

seeing sheep and irises of snow

the dark silence of your forehead

ay, ay, ay, ay!

take t; i ; z

in vienna i h you

in a costume h

a rivers head.

see hs line my banks!

i ween your legs,

my soul in a pographs and lilies,

and in tsteps,

my love, my love, i will o leave

violin and grave, tzing ribbons