It seems a lot smoother than the lyrics Babelfish vomits out!
Tenderly she cradled her toy
Before she smashed it up
A longing filled her heart
What for, she did not know
For she was lonely
And her hair so fair
And her mouth as red as wine
And whoever drank of this wine
Could never know happiness again
Yet, someone spoke up in springtime:
You, too, know pleasure and pain."
He brought her a thousand roses
Yet she only broke up his heart
For she was lonely
And her hair so fair
And her mouth as red as wine
Yes, no one could kiss so
And still be so lonely
What remained of her life
A song which no one sang
St. Peter kept her waiting
For ages
For she was lonely
And her hair so fair
And her heart as dead as stone
He called forth: "Come, poor child,
You shall never be lonely again."
I found this translation at: http://smironne.free.fr/NICO/trad.html#madchT
It seems a lot smoother than the lyrics Babelfish vomits out!
Tenderly she cradled her toy Before she smashed it up A longing filled her heart What for, she did not know For she was lonely And her hair so fair And her mouth as red as wine And whoever drank of this wine Could never know happiness again Yet, someone spoke up in springtime: You, too, know pleasure and pain." He brought her a thousand roses Yet she only broke up his heart For she was lonely And her hair so fair And her mouth as red as wine Yes, no one could kiss so And still be so lonely What remained of her life A song which no one sang St. Peter kept her waiting For ages For she was lonely And her hair so fair And her heart as dead as stone He called forth: "Come, poor child, You shall never be lonely again."