I put my back against an oak Thinking it was some trusty tree But first it bent, and then it broke As did my false love to me I put my hand into a bush Thinking a flower to find I pricked my finger to the bone Leaving the flower behind Oh meeting is a pleasure and parting is a grief But an unconstant lover is worse than any thief The thief will only rob you And take all that you have saved But an unconstant lover will drag you to the grave The grave it will decay you And turn you into dust There's not one in a thousand that you can trust They'll kiss you and they'll court you And they tell to you more lies As the hairs upon your head love As the stars in the skies So come all you young lovers A warning take by me Don't place your affection on a green willow tree For the leaves they will wither And the branches will decay And all your sweet love will soon fade Away!
We hung upon a hook, cut me to the bone Froze me with a kiss, laid upon your throne In the abattoirs of love In the abattoirs of love You're in the serpent's jaws, love chains you to the floor Like fools you climbed so high, it's further then to fall In the abattoirs of love... Love's a game (хотя в песнях отчётливо слышится "tomb" - прим. ) for fools, for fools Love's a game for fools...