Let me tell you my story,
That didn't have any purpose or glory.
It feels like it's been a year,
Because my memory became so unclear.

I had written my story,
Either in the paper or in an inventory,
Let me search for it,
As you know, I'll never quit.

Maybe someone else will tell you my story,
Will someone write it down in history?
Maybe it'll become a ballad,
Then, you'll understand...