Your blond hair, your blue eyes,
Your red lips, heaven cryes
All's gone away, nothing's bad
Except one man, except he's sad
He took your hand, he drew your face
He knew your voice, he loved your grace
Once you said: "Yes", day after: "No"
So he resolved to stop this show
Go away and be alone
Delete the number of your phone
Hope his haert's as hard as stone
Forget that he had ever known you
After three years in his home
One summer's eve rang telephone
You were calling, reason strange
You told him about your surname's change