One can break
One can speak
One can steal hearts
One heart torments one heart

They want my heart at the right spot
Yet I look over then below, away
There it strikes to the left

Hearts can sing
A heart can burst
Hearts can be pure
A heart can be stone

They want my heart at the right spot
Yet I look over then below, away
There it strikes to the left two, three, four

One can ask a heart
To carry a child under
One can give it away
Think with the heart

They want my heart at the right spot
Yet I look over then below, away
There it strinkes in the left breast
Neither barely knew it

To the left two, three, four