Oh, Elle, Elle, let me tell you,
I hope you'll truely understand,
Aren't our lives so full of praying,
That God will forgive us, will he understand ?
Someday my hand will do engraving
Your face - no matter, witch or saint,
So our life is full of staying
At a station where there are no trains
Oh, Elle, Elle...
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