To the princess of the story I am a poor girl You and that Crystal Palace Me and my humble cottage You and the Golden Carriage On the Light Roads One hundred thousand hearts on your way full of pride their neck is my my shoes I didnt have the silver I didnt get you from you I could love you I havent died for you I didnt have silver shoes I took you from you I love you to die for you to die for you. Loving you Delt you gave me for tired legs brought silver shoes I didnt have silver shoes Take you from you I loved you to die for you I havent died for you I didnt have silver shoes I could that I would die for you to die for you
