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I lost my good luck charm in the field of roses,
nothing will protect me anymore.
I move my body in the foggy nights,
in fear, I walk, and I hear whispers in the night.
I hold on to my rosary,
but my skin shivers when I hear the solitary
howling of the old wolf in the distance.
Come with me tonight my love,
I am alone.
Please come and be with me,
I will even give you a rose.