My soul, alone, always alone
Without anyone understanding
Your suffering, your horrible ordeal
Pretending a life always full
Of joy and pleasure, of joy and pleasure

If I found a soul like mine
How many secret things I would tell it
A soul that by looking at me without saying anything
Would tell me everything with its gaze

A soul that by looking at me with gentle breath
Upon kissing me would feel what I feel
Sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul like mine

How many secret things I would tell it
A soul that by looking at me without saying anything
Would tell me everything with its gaze

A soul that upon kissing me with gentle breath
Upon kissing me feels what I feel
Sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul, like mine

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