A keresés eredménye

Black horse

When father sold his horse, we all cried
Even he couldn't hide his tears
Mother begged lengthily upon dinner
It's like our happiness was sold with the horse
 
I was little still, but I understood it all
Brother was preparing for school in the city
Grandmother knit a sweater by the lantern
And I knew I'd be wearing the old one now
 
That night, none of us could sleep
Father talked with Brother for a long time
Mother packed everything in his suitcase
Apples and the white bread she kneaded
 
But who will now ride our black horse on the street
Who will adorn him with flowers on kirchweih
If Father sees him on the fair
He's old so I'm afraid his heart will shatter
 
But who will now ride our black horse on the street
Who will adorn him with flowers on kirchweih
If Father sees him on the fair
He's old so I'm afraid his heart will shatter
 
But who will now ride our black horse on the street
Who will adorn him with flowers on kirchweih
If Father sees him on the fair
He's old so I'm afraid his heart will shatter
 
But who will now ride our black horse on the street
Who will adorn him with flowers on kirchweih
If Father sees him on the fair
He's old so I'm afraid his heart will shatter
 
He's old so I'm afraid his heart will shatter