Текст песни JCS - Как сладок губ ее мед, как горек слов ее яд

When the bride goes to another
Oh-la-la, we say
How sweet her lips honey
As the bitter words of its venom
Oh-la-la say

And the other lived longest river
Only the boatman could help her
He wrung his third of the price
Well, why would not help
River blacker than the night

And the other is seen was not a fool
And although he called it to himself
He was a good merchant
And the price of the things he knew
Her wife he did not take

The wind blew out the stars in the sky
There boatman sits in a boat
She hurries back
He just sighed
Oh-la-la says

When the bride goes to another
Oh-la-la, we say
How sweet her lips honey
As the bitter words of its venom
Oh-la-la say