Molly Malone's - Molly Malone

That weekend in Dublin
Was soaked in wine,
Fever was fulfilled by Molly Malone's laugh.
Beautiful lips glowed with joy,
Sparkling eyes affirmed youthfulness,
Blind love seethed, although it was as fragile, as glass.

As fragile, as glass,
As fragile, as glass,
Blind love seethed, although it was as fragile, as glass.

There is might in love;
There were flowers, vow,
Immediately I knew I want to stay with her.
For two days I lived in Paradise,
Even though I was far away from my country,
Blind love seethed, although it was as fragile, as glass.

As fragile, as glass,
As fragile, as glass,
Blind love seethed, although it was as fragile, as glass.

One moment at dawn
Ruined my life;
Down the alley I saw Molly Malone's sin.
She was slut of Dublin,
She wanted nothing, but cash,
Blind love is over, shattered, like glass.

Shattered, like glass,
Shattered, like glass,
Blind love is over, shattered, like glass.