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Мои стихи и ИИ Суно. Перевод от Миледи Ольги. He’d like to ride on a tram, but befor him the doors slammed . To Hawaii a ticket he bought, somewhere in park - he dropped it.. Once he fell in love with a girl, but to another man she ran away. He sent his whole life to the hell, but devil not need it either... Even to hang himself he tried, but the rope broke above him. He looked up tiredly at the sky and dropped a tear on his cheek. Chorus. No luck, it’s not luck, life is not honey and sugar. There is no shadow of luck, simply, I’m idiot, that’s for sure. ’Why am I such a loser? why am I so unlucky in life? Dud! how else? That’s for sure, to say: ’idiot’, - it’s so easier... But Lord replyed with a smile, - ’Idiot? I agree with that. You think you’re left at edge? Everyone’s happy, but just you’re sad. Tram broke down, you missed a tram, to catch it in a hurry is not big deal. And for that ticket at all, sorry don’t feel, there’s waiting for you a fever & ill... Chorus. No luck, it’s not luck, life is not honey and sugar. There is no shadow of luck, simply, I’m idiot, that’s for sure. To another man - that girl ran away, believe me, it’s for the best, A big secret to you - I will tell: there’s open lucky door ahead. Did you ask me all questions, luck man? but the culprit, not believe his eyes, Still looked silently at Christ with a pray: ’further I’m proceed about my deels’... ’There’s lots as you of losers, groan... they try to save only own souls, Many streams of men’s tears flow, that to see any rest I won’t’... Chorus. No luck, it’s not luck, life is not honey and sugar. There is no shadow of luck, simply, I’m idiot, that’s for sure.
