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I suffer hard I'm no ruffian, no criminal Just a man defending his honor I was put to jail like so many others As time goes by No more hope to see the light No more fresh air from my beloved mountains I miss home Walls are all around me No more fairs, no songs, no gatherings I am dying slowly No more hope to see the light No more fresh air from beloved mountains I miss home Walls are all around me I suffer hard I sing for myself In this dark room Born at the contryside I'm dying in this gloomy cell No more hope to see the light No more fresh air from beloved mountains I miss home Walls are all around me There's a price to pay for living I like pulling my own strings Now i count the days It's hard to keep the faith