I'm cramming my suitcase into the wagon.

I'm loading my suitcase into the wagon, ; I'm traveling to a strange city. ; I'll go, I'll walk until I find a true lover. ; I don't want to love anyone who has one. ; ; I have a lover, a brunette, ; A soldier in the Prague barracks. ; He neither mows nor hoes, he just walks around the Prague barracks, ; This is my lover, the soldier. ; ; I had a lover, a little brunette, ; Her hair curls over her shoulders. ; But I want to be her partner, to hug her thin, slender waist, ; But her mother won't let me.