I've had paper cabbage fifty times

I've had paper cabbage fifty times, The street was long — now it's too short. It burned my heart like a match in the dark, Where is my love? Where did he go? With a pair of brown eyes, deep and wide, Who is he looking at now? My father loves me, my mother loves me too, They fight about nothing — but still, I know how. My love loves me — that's what he said, But before the white handkerchief — let's talk instead. Before the wedding, before the vow, Let's figure out the price — and then we'll go now. And what's that bouncing pile on the floor? Coal is jumping — behind the door. Is it my heart? Is it my fear? Or just the weight of a love unclear? My love loves me — I want to believe, But love’s not free — not even in dreams. Before the handkerchief, before the vow, Let’s figure out the price… somehow. Mama loves me… Papa loves me… But love — it doesn’t come folded in white…