My tears

My tears are running down and down

The rose is falling on the ground

I'm sitting in this little house

Watching a big and grey mouse

I'm thinking of the time with you

And don’t know what I should do

One tear rolls over my face

I'm dreaming of a nice good place

I would go there to all forget

The tears are running down my bed

The poor little girl is sitting there

And don't know how to go and where

And while this all is to sad

I go to sleep in my bed.