Sometimes you find you're not who you used to think you were and everything you say and think and do isn't quite right and makes you tired You're not perfect and you know -what or honest
Each one's own, each one's own
Each one's own, each one's own
other money doesn't burn, you notice it in your hand
some fraud goes through and it get into a frenzy
take everything that floats in faith and honesty
Then you will brand yourself as the son of some lieutenant
and in the dissection you will find yourself a dozen chairs
To each his own, to each his own
To each his own, to each his
las rolls his eyes then the employer-Saxon
thanks to your company but we don't care
Keep your salaries, advances, these alms
more hõbeda-potte is inside the swamp
after us there are millions of legends in the graves
gold of galleons in azure water
To each his own, to each his own
To each his own, to each his own