Freedom is hell
When it falls on a captive heart
Chained like a galley slave
To the heart of its soulmate, its other half
The chains have broken
And my heart no longer belongs to anyone
At the ripe age of forty
I fear it may be lost forever

Heart to take, not to sell, to give
A bit lame, a bit second-hand, a bit broken
Heart in pieces, in distress, in a mess
In bits, in tatters, at the bottom of the boots

It loved for a long time
The most beautiful of all time
It sang
Beat for twenty years
For a love now
Gone
It had more than any
Happiness every day
Every second
It cried in silence
For the eternal suffering
Of this world

Heart to take, not to sell, to give
A bit lame, a bit second-hand, a bit broken
Heart in pieces, in distress, in a mess
In bits, in tatters, at the bottom of the boots

Who will want to pick up
This little abandoned heart, for scrap
It's not a gift my dear
It's full of rebellious ideas
But alas, it will have a hard time one day
To believe in love again
If you want
I offer you this lost heart
Who will never love again
Or so little

Heart to take, not to sell, to give
A bit lame, a bit second-hand, a bit broken
Heart in pieces, in distress, in a mess
In bits, in tatters, at the bottom of the boots

Heart to take, not to sell, to give
A bit lame, a bit second-hand, a bit broken
Heart in pieces, in distress, in a mess
In bits, in tatters, at the bottom of the boots
Heart in pieces, in distress, in a mess
In bits, in tatters, at the bottom of the boots

A bit lame, a bit second-hand, a bit broken

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