Martina letra

I can see Martina as a child of three
In the sad seclusion of her nursery

Go outside, Martina, go outside and play
Never speak, Martina, put your toys away

So her days were loveless and her nights the same
When she cried for someone, no one ever came

Is it any wonder that her eyes grew cold?
That she loved nobody and her young heart grew old

All the children crying from the age of three
Grow to be Martina's and me