Amapola. My pretty little poppy. You're like that lovely flower, so sweet and heavenly. Since I found you. My heart is wrapped around you. And loving you it seems to beat a rhapsody.
Amapola. My pretty little poppy. You're like that lovely flower, so sweet and heavenly. Since I found you. My heart is wrapped around you. And loving you it seems to beat a rhapsody.
I walk along the streets we used to walk. Two by two, lovers pass. And as they're passing by, I could die. 'Cause you're not here with me. . Now, the trees are bare.