The desires were over
The sound of a conversion your scar
The light of my soul plucks a harp
Erósz power was destroyed forever
This heart throbs for a man already and
A lover is not trembling onto a kiss
What is it what I could do something for you?
Who dismisses a word with a wave of the hand only cursed
I cannot show a direction
Be your own shipman
Struggling without a compass in fog
You will see it whose debtor you are
The desires were over and
I am not trembling onto an amorous kiss
The sound of a conversion sounds your scar
The soul plucks a harp shedding a tear alone.
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