Her name was Anna, remember
The pen ran between her fingers
She wrote words of love and faith
Because she was thirteen, Anna

She hid in an attic, Anna
So hot in the summer, so cold in the winter
A horizon of four walls and a roof
Yet she wrote, Anna, these words

I have a garden full of flowers
A world of love in full color
That I keep alive in my heart
That I keep alive in my heart

She was often so scared, Anna
Listening to the footsteps

Footsteps that sometimes came too close
Too close to her attic, Anna sing to me

I have a garden full of flowers
A world of love in full color
That I keep alive in my heart
That I keep alive in my heart

It was on a beautiful summer morning, I believe
They came to take Anna
The soldiers left just a notebook
A diary whose words, Anna, are for me

I have a garden full of flowers
A world of love in full color
That I keep alive in my heart
That I keep alive in my heart

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