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Oh people, people, people,
just listen what I have to say,
this little story,
about her name.

Oh people, people, people,
for all nights I cried.
I need you close tonight,
She's not by my side.

In these lonely nights,
her name rings a bell,
Devil comes to me
askin' what I have for sale.

I sold everything,
nothing left to sell,
Just my wasted soul,
if I say her name again...

And devil will wait...

Oh people people people,
if I surrender now,
will you ever tell,
"He was fighting 'till the end."

Oh people, people, people,
I'm trying so hard,
as flame in the wind,
as tide with a waterside.

In those rainy days,
when I am all alone,
devil comes again,
asking for my soul.

Nothing left to offer,
nothing left to sell.
I'm going straight to hell,
if I say her name again...

Maria...