One can speak
One can steal hearts
One heart torments one heart
They want my heart at the right spot
Yet I look over then below, away
There it strikes to the left
Hearts can sing
A heart can burst
Hearts can be pure
A heart can be stone
They want my heart at the right spot
Yet I look over then below, away
There it strikes to the left two, three, four
One can ask a heart
To carry a child under
One can give it away
Think with the heart
They want my heart at the right spot
Yet I look over then below, away
There it strinkes in the left breast
Neither barely knew it
To the left two, three, four
