Torn Dress

Vizi degli oumini hanno preso il sopravvento su me

Stammi vicino, non sei qui adesso, aiutami presto subito

Wandering soldiers break into that sweet home

Hidden and scared she's crying

Don't be afraid of some gallant wanderers

Just looking for a good time, trying to forget

Give us a little love

Please let us take a rest

Horrors of war are deep in our minds

Give us your sweetness, your consolation

Or we'll take them by force

Forgive my sin

God shall let me leave in peace of mind

Forget my face

You full of grace

Vizi degli oumini hanno preso il sopravvento su me

Stammi vicino, non sei qui adesso, aiutami presto subito

Come appease our lust, and look me in the eyes

Your face is tense with grief

Give us that wonder, don't force us to come to blows

Just shut up and dry your tears, take off all that clothes

Forgive my sin

God shall let me leave in peace of mind

Forget my face

Forgive my sin