I see the prison, I see the night
I see the prisoner crying for his life
And sometimes I think when I fall asleep in your arms
Where does the luck go? to you? mine?
I see wounds that never healed
I see the wanderer who sleeps in the rain
And sometimes I think when I fall asleep in your arms
Where goes the luck? to you? Mine?
I see a man with a lost heart
Who drinks to no longer see what he has become
And sometimes I think when I fall asleep in your arms
br/>Where does the luck go? to you? mine?
I see towns whose houses
One day during the war collapsed for no reason
So sometimes I think when I fall asleep in my arms
Where does the luck go? to you? Mine?