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I'll never kneel down
Not even on a flower,
Never be ashamed again for
Stealing love,
Winter convinced me that God
Wouldn't be ashamed in stealing it back...

They arrested me one day,
Due to the women and the wine,
But they didn't have laws to punish a blashpeme.
It didn't stop me, the death, but two guards,
They hit me until they'd found my soul.
Just because I've said that God
Deceived the first man.

He was obliged to travel a fool's life
In the Enchanted Garden he was
Obliged to dream
To ignore that in the world there were
Good and evil

And when He saw that man was
Raising his hand,
In order to steal the mystery of the
Forbidden apple,
He was afraid of a free man,
He created the Death,
Stopped the Seasons...

They hit me until they found my soul
But if there were two guards who
Stopped my life, it's still here on the Earth
The Forbidden Apple,
And not Him, but someone else who
Invented it for Him
Travels in an Enchanted Garden

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