My tortures are `cos of here, They filled my empty life... My life wasn`t empty, But it was made of just alchohol, Of endless fun, of rebelion...
It wasn`t empty? At all!
Her darling didn`t have it. My conscience -everywhere, Her beauty - devotion, Will jump over the highest wall
On my empty stage!!!
Oh, little, oh darling, I find you, I beg you: "Oh little, oh danger, Oh, come back..."
On my empty stage!
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