He was big, he was blond
There was fear in his eyes — aha
And I said to myself
Save this man, he is nice — aha
So I kissed him
After he had gone next morning
But he had to
He was on the run
* I don’t like a man with a gun
Why do I love a man with a gun
I don’t like a man with a gun
Oh-oh-oh, a man with a gun
*(повтор)
He was caught and in jail
There were tears in his eyes — aha
And I kised them away
Though he said: «It’s unwise» — aha
But he’s waiting
And I’m waiting
Till he’s coming home forever
Where he never
Will be on the run
* (повтор 3 раза с угасанием)