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I already hear the bells of your wedding ringing
You will say arm in arm with him, there is nothing to add
What does my suffering matter if you have already sold yourself.
Luxury clothes at your wedding will be seen
There you are going to pass and you will not notice me
Dressed in poverty crying in the doorway
(Chorus)
For three coins, for three coins
You exchanged me for three coins
Poor man's love that is worth little
There is no one who wants it
For three coins, for three coins
You exchanged me for three coins
Poor man's love that is worth little
There is no one who wants it
I already hear your wedding bells ringing
You will lie to God, you will not deceive
Because the son who comes will carry my blood
Because the son who is coming my blood will carry comes my blood will carry