She cries, she cries
But is never consoled
She dies, she dies
But nobody comes to help
Nobody comes to help...
Too young, too pure
To hear these insults
For her, it's hard
Too much hate, too many injuries
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But when she sings
She feels good, she feels cured
Everything becomes clear, she feels pretty
Then she smiles
Yes, when she sings
It finally gives meaning to her life
Her sadness becomes melancholic
Then she smiles
Maybe one day
The little girl will grow
The joy, the love
Will change her life
So young, so pure
The evening, she thinks in her bed
Of a future
Like a film that she wrote
[Refrain]
When she sings,
She travels to other places
When she sings,
There are no more tears in her eyes
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