News from Europe made her feel sad, By the gate there's a snowman Watching the snow fall. Soldiers from foreign countries must look like that. She gave him some bread, and old blancket and left. The seventh sister in the family prayed, And promised to God he'd cut her beautiful hair. Oh Isabella, don't cut your hair. Let it grow out, see your sisters, Let it grow out just like them, Let it grow out... The body had been there For three days or so. They found it dead near the neighbourhood. And people just watched the trees, Covered in snow. That december in 1944, Isabella still have her self-made haircut, And saw that her promise Turned out to be a curse. Oh Isabella, don't cut your hair. Let it grow out, see your sisters, Let it grow out just like them, Let it grow out... Oh Isabella, don't cut your hair. Let it grow out, see your sisters, Let it grow out just like them, Let it grow out... (let it grow out) Let it grow out... (let it grow out) Let it grow out... (let it grow out) Just like them.