Dozen years of solitude.
I lost my mind. I lost my mood.
In moment lies my last etude
When stomach takes fast food.
Dozen years of solitude.
I got that I lost a shape of word
And that's not really good.
All my deals made by other lord.
In dozen years of solitude.
Here I thoroughly spent my mind
And lost your any attitude
For regretful pity of my heart.
Tell me, my dear solitude
Are your happiness in my obsession?
You have cut my latitude
For owning over me, for possession.