There were no girls not wearing flowers
There were no boys not riding horses.
Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding.
Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families.

No flower will not fade
No horse will cross the bridge
Withered flowers are buried everywhere
The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back
When you sing my song.
My horse and I are tired.
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished

Forget my name
I’m coming apart again
Brain dead
I’m going out of my head

Don’t you know
You turn me round so slow
But I like it
There’s no point in fighting it

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
If it’s not getting easier
Oooh ooh ooh ooh
Why are you keeping it up
I’m tired of being in love

Running late
You keep me in the dark again
Brain dead
Thinking bout what you said

We’ve been off course
But leaving is a choice