I lost my soul
By losing Sylvie
I lost my soul
By losing my beloved
Ah, if she would come back to me
I would forget the time
The time of my sorrows
And all my torments
I forgive you
And if you wanted
One day in autumn
You would come back to me
I lost my soul
When I lost her love
And I, poor devil
I still love her
I lost my soul
By losing Sylvie
I lost my soul
By losing my beloved
On an autumn evening
She arrived
She said to me: Forgive!
And I forgave
But despite myself
Deep inside me
Hatred was born
Which dictated its law
And in front of my door
Her gaze caressing mine
There my soul died
In the palm of my hand

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