Here I am waiting
For my truelove to come
When the storm's melting
To have rest in my arms
Under my window
White flowers grow
Through the rye meadow
He'll come, I know
What if he comes here
With gun in hands
I will have no fear
As I never had
I will fall deeply
Into his caress
Then he'll be sleeping
Upon my chest

I promise I'll be waiting
But if he comes too late
Remember me
But forget about my fate

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