My life as a prisoner so wrong in it's name,
who brought the blue winter that gave us no shame.
My life as a prisoner so wrong in it's name,
when will it end or is it a game?
My life as a prisoner so wrong in it's name,
let it end or death bring us shame.
My life as a prisoner so wrong in it's name,
I'll never get out, I'll die just the same.
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