| 10 years locked up.
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| I am chained, left to rot in this dusty dungeon.
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| but just a cretin, contrary to all words.
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| I wished the mayor's daughter to achieve!
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| Your smell of hair brought me a warm wind,
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| We wanted to fly like birds!
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| But the tariff was high, and now I'm an old man,
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| even though the age is not more than thirty.
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| Doomed by fate, I don't feel pain
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| three years since the tears ended ...
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| All filled with you
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| Every day in my head on repeat your appearance is serious!
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| You went to the end
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| against my father's will into my passionate embrace.
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| Just a poor boy
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| Besides rosy words and hopes, could he give her anything?
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| Chorus:
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| Well, where are you now, Isabella?
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| The door to you is closed to me by the will of the mayor.
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| But I'll get out, believe me, like a wild animal out of a cage,
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| and you will be mine again, Isabella.
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| When a flying star is extinguished by useless desires,
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| I will knock down the doors to a new world, we will get closer in bodies.
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| And let's throw all the calendars into the flame, and forget it in an instant.
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| Days of separation, dear, that captivity gave ...
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| But Balzac did not invent us, even though I was for it,
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| And people were waiting for a happy ending like a balm for the soul!
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| But that simple kid who gave me life
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| Somewhere in my heart I wanted to say to myself, to myself: “Hold on!”
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| When reality hits and you want to hide from the world,
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| Somewhere inside you languishes this captive knight.
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| He will sit or take a step to the door,
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| And once again he will find his dream, only you can decide!
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| Chorus - 2 times. |