Today in my anguish,
On the morning of closed casinos and clubs ,
And the wind howls in the gutters ,
Inhaling the street gray clouds,
From this music upoenya slightly
Gesture injuring his lips.
Today I am to my guests do not expect
My city disappeared behind a thick fog ,
And washed down with a friend who is the best ,
And I can not share his trouble.
And like , the former always in sight,
So fast aged mother .
In those days, we have to admit ,
That no matter how delighted my eyelids,
Fewer address where I can stay ,
Without paying for dinner and overnight.
Fewer address where I can stay ,
Without paying for dinner and overnight.
Today in my sorrow
From the ethereal feeling of freedom,
As if the sky opened the door ,
But on the ground is still so much I'm sorry.
And I look to the promised me a distance,
Not knowing the entry and exit .
In those days, we have to admit ,
That no matter how delighted my eyelids,
Fewer address where I can stay ,
Without paying for dinner and overnight.
Fewer address where I can stay ,
Without paying for dinner and overnight.
In those days, we have to admit ,
That no matter how delighted my eyelids,
Fewer address where I can stay ,
Without paying for dinner and overnight.
Fewer address where I can stay ,
Without paying for dinner and overnight.
Without paying for dinner and overnight.
Without paying for dinner and overnight.
