Don't corrupt my soul
A memory of the past;
I'm used to being sad in silence.,
I don't know any other feeling.
In the bloom of the most ardent years
The soul has already experienced everything;
And there's a trace of sadness on his brow.
Fate was sealed by the hand.
Don t corrupt my soul
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