In the town of rivers he has seen a girl with auburn hair.
In this town of rivers he met the girl and made her longing.
In the garden green he looked into her pearl black eyes.
In this garden green they tried the apple,
sweet and tainted.
And she didn't ask his name.
In the end it's all the same.
But
the eyes of envy,
of arrogance,
of fear and sickness,
they was gone a long.
She felt ashamed and told her father.
On a cloudy day he passed the stairs he often
dreamed of.
Walking through the archway,
down to the ditch,
falling in the water.
And she didn't ask his name.
In the end it's all the same.
In the dark the girl is crying,
about her man that was so kind.
In
this dark she often feels his kiss,
which used to nice and make her blind.
In an empty church
the girl is praying all on her own.
For his desperate soul,
for an endless love and a child unborn.
And I see the dying man and want to follow.
And I see her crying again, want to console her.
And she didn't ask his name.
In the end it's all the same.
And she didn't ask his name.
After all it's all the same.