Eva my heart Eva
Song
1. My heart, Eve, Eve; Now her heart is ripe,; Spread out beneath it,; We will pick it up at dawn. ; ; ; 2. I wish this dawn,; Would last long,; So that my love,; Joy would not break. ; ; ; 3. My love, my love,; I am cursed with torment,; Because you did not bloom,; On every treetop. ; ; ; 4. On every treetop,; On the leaves of the cedar tree,; A leaf has broken,; Every fragrance is a breeze. ; ; ; 5. I broke too,; But I ran ahead,; I set off after you,; But I could not catch you yet.