Oh, the stars won't come out if they know that you're about 'Cause they couldn't match the brightness of your eyes And oh, who am I ? Just an ordinary guy Who tries his best to win me first prize.
Oh, my Candida, we could make it together But the further from here, girl, the better Where the air is still fresh and still clean.
Oh, my Candida, take my hand and I'll lead you I promise you life will be sweeter It says so in my dreams.
And, oh, this is bright, a Gypsy told me so last night Said she saw our children playing in the sunshine And there were you and I, in a house, girl, it's no lie She said all these things by right were yours and mine.
Oh, my Candida, we could make it together But the further from here, girl, the better Where the air is still fresh and still clean.
Oh, my Candida, take my hand and I'll lead you I promise you life will be sweeter It says so in all of my dreams.
Oh oh oh oh ...
Oh, my Candida, we could make it together But the further from here, girl, the better Where the air is still fresh and still clean.
Oh, my Candida, take my hand and I'll lead you I promise you life will be much much sweeter It says so in all of my dreams.