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.