2017.08.31.
Saga of Kaban
Rain don't fall down on Kaban, the streets get miryI will tell your father, your daughter is in love with me
Life is short, without you it's worthless
My dear do you ever say, this is the man I love?
With a (little) stone I will break your window
Is your father death himself, that I need to fear him?
I am willing to risk my life, I'll run off with you
I won't give up even if seperation is my fate
I wish I would be the moon and shine upon your face in the night
Your father cannot destroy our happiness
Because of grief my hair turned grey
Take your belongings and come to me tonight