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