God Sold My Poor Soul
God sold my poor soul
For nothing, for a penny.
I was left alone.
And nobody could save me.
I was like a tree,
A lonely tree at the road.
But you said: “Love me!”
You helped me stop feeling cold.
Your lips touched my hand.
Are you a saint or a fool?
Oh, tell me, my friend,
Did you break any strict rule?
You are not an angel.
I do understand it now.
You are my danger,
My passion and my fallen love.
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