Originele tekst - Engels - ripples

Bluegirls come in every size

Some are wise and some otherwise,

They got pretty blue eyes.

For an hour a man may change

For an hour her face looks strange ~

Looks strange, looks strange.



Marching to the promised land

Where the honey flows and takes you by the hand.

Pulls you down on your knees,

While you're down a pool appears.

The face in the water looks up.

And she shakes her head as if to say

That it's the last tie you'll look like today.