- cifra
I’ve been lived badly days
After a lot of luck days
In just a moment it’s all a mistake
Why does it have to be this way?
I should know
I should guess
This kind of luck will not gone to last
Now it is gone
And she left
It is badly started
And I have to make a stand
Maybe my luck comes again
Maybe my girl comes again
Or maybe these badly days
Will never have an end
What for??
If I want it??
Or if I care???
Who dares??
