Hans: Other people walk through life where wewe prefer to skip
And other people watch their step where you'll most likely trip


Sure, your hair's not perfect,
And there'sーwhat's that on your clothes?
Yeah, you're kinda talkative
With freckles on your nose.


But you're you...you-you,
And that's what makes me smile.
You're you...you-you
So stay that way awhile.


Anna: Oh, Hans... I-


Hans: wewe don't have to say a thing, I know the way wewe feel.
Your face is like an open book; so honest true and real.


Other people lie and cheat,
One push may come to shove.
Your moyo doesn't work like that,
So you're the girl I love.


You're you...you-you,
That's how I hope wewe stay.
You're you...you-you.
But anyway, that's all I've got to say.

My point of view of Hans' point of view after the movie of him in the cell on the ship:

WARNING: this is sad.

Anna hates me. I know it. I also know I ruined my whole chances with her. I'm such a fool. Everybody hates me. I think I finally realize that now, to.
What'll my dad think? What'll my brothers think? Will I be cast out? Will I be put in prison for the rest of my life?
I don't care if they do any of those things to me. My ruined chances with Anna have left me turned to ashes; there's nothing left to burn.
I'm never going to upendo another person. And I'll find a way to at least see her face again.
But I'm such a fool...