From the land of Bavaria Fullversion 3:58 26.04.2024 15:18 MATZE NUSIC

Verse 1: From the land of Bavaria she came, With jewels so bright, she played her game. She scoffed at my treasures, old and worn, In her eyes, my collection was scorned. She spoke of diamonds, gold so fine, Mocked my pieces, saying they weren't in line. With pride as vast as her homeland grand, She left my shop, not a trace to stand. Chorus: Oh jeweler from Bavaria, fair and proud, Your gems may sparkle, but my heart's not cowed. For what I possess holds meaning true, Your disdain cuts deep, yet I bid you adieu. Verse 2: Her laughter echoes within these walls, As she walked away, her pride stands tall. But I'll cherish my treasures, humble though they be, For in their simplicity, they speak to me. She's gone back to Bavaria's lands, Leaving me here with empty hands. No longer reachable by phone's soft ring, But memories of her critique still sting. Chorus: Oh jeweler from Bavaria, fair and proud, Your gems may sparkle, but my heart's not cowed. For what I possess holds meaning true, Your disdain cuts deep, yet I bid you adieu. Verse 1: From the land of Bavaria she came, With jewels so bright, she played her game. She scoffed at my treasures, old and worn, In her eyes, my collection was scorned. She spoke of diamonds, gold so fine, Mocked my pieces, saying they weren't in line. With pride as vast as her homeland grand, She left my shop, not a trace to stand. Chorus: Oh jeweler from Bavaria, fair and proud, Your gems may sparkle, but my heart's not cowed. For what I possess holds meaning true, Your disdain cuts deep, yet I bid you adieu. Verse 1: From the land of Bavaria she came, With jewels so bright, she played her game. She scoffed at my treasures, old and worn, In her eyes, my collection was scorned. She spoke of diamonds, gold so fine, Mocked my pieces, saying they weren't in line. With pride as vast as her homeland grand, She left my shop, not a trace to stand. Chorus: Oh jeweler from Bavaria, fair and proud, Your gems may sparkle, but my heart's not cowed. For what I possess holds meaning true, Your disdain cuts deep, yet I bid you adieu.