Barbra Streisand - Martina Lyrics
I can see martina as a child of threeIn the sad seclusion of her nurseryGo outside, martina! go outside and playNever speak, martina, put your toys awaySo her days were lovelessAnd her nights the sameWhen she cried for someoneNo one ever came...Is it any wonder that her eyes grew cold?That she loved nobody and her young heart grew oldAll the children crying from the age of threeGrow to be martinas and me...