Oh constable, why cant't you see You can't suspect a lad submerged under sea Why could it be wrong or why could it be true Is not supposed to mock you
You need a rest or, say, a certain romance To recreate the former depth of your glance and To be quite asured that the days you'll have met - Are not the days to regret
You look so patient but that's an exhaust Of conscientious attitude to your post You've strained yourself and reached the verge of your own But still your heart is a stone!
Oh constable, that's not your fault It's your profession to reason so cold But when you get home to your empty flat Now it is time to forget
When you were a child You knew this life better And nothing could alter your world Your laughter was clear And the drop of your tear Was never so terribly cold!
Oh constable, that's not your fault I know it's your part to reason so cold It's conscientious attitude to your post Wow oh
I say, constable, that's not your fault I know it's your part to reason so cold You've strained yourself and reached the verge of your own But still your heart is a stone!