I swore some lies and I keep walking alone
I take over all my sins
Northern winds cannot move the mills
And all that remains to me is only a moan
My life, my deads, my crooked paths,
My Latin blood,
My jailed soul
I broke agreements, I betrayed all the rites
I broke my spear, I threw in the space
A bawl, a thing off my chest
Only what matters is not being defeated
My life, my deads, my crooked paths,
My Latin blood,
My jailed soul