Lyrics Yana Ainsanova - Hands of Gold

He rode through the streets of the city
Down from his hill on high
O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble
He rode to a woman's sigh
For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and his bliss
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Compared to a woman's kiss

For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are...
He brought her a shiny necklace
He brought her silver rings
A few stones for her fine long hair
Some rough for her two sweet cheeks

But she used to smile for many
Too many gifts she had
And he was badly envied
To all her young, rich lads

For hands of gold are always cold,
but a woman's hands are warm...
For hands of gold are always cold,
but a woman's hands are warm...

One night he came to her chamber
And brought a long gold chain
This chain will bind us together, my love
For the rest of our miserable days
He said this and grabbed her thin neck
And tightened with the golden chain
He hoped to get all the warmth she had
He hoped to get all it for him

For hands of gold are always cold,
but a woman's hands are warm...
For hands of gold are always cold,
but a woman's hands are warm...
But as her breath was taken away
But as her eyes were shut
No warmth is left and all he found
Was grief in his cold heart

For hands of gold are always cold,
but a woman's hands are warm...
For hands of gold are always cold,
but a woman's hands are warm...