She is so alone
she lost her hopes to have a chance
she never felt the touch of one caress
she lived in pain
out of the world she was slave
she never knew the light of a beauty day
Fine Jane, who killed your dreams?
fine Jane, who stole your spring?
Where is the God that I always defend?
where are the friends when you need their hands?
She has her pride
and she never smile I’m listening her soul
there’s too much cold pain write here on her face
she live in pain
far of this place, she was so sad
she never knew the light of a new day
Fine Jane, who killed your dreams?
fine Jane, who stole your spring?
Where is the God that I always defend?
where are the friends when you need their hands?
where are the friends when you need their hands?
Oh! tell me it, if you can explain
Who stole it, who stole her dreams?
Oh Jane, tell me, tell me again
Fine Jane, who killed your dreams?
fine Jane, who stole your spring?
Where is the God that I always defend?
where are the friends when you need their hands?
where are the friends when you need a help?
© Words & Music by Ian Lints
