Mourning Exercises - LINE OF YOUR HIPS

LINE OF YOUR HIPS A classic gambler with no money for a ride Is standing at the station - counting trains He used to be a king and all this town he could buy But lost his money on the way He sells his boots just to get his ticket back To finally make it to his wife No more wheels of fortune, no more rolling dice I’ll come back home to change my life CHORUS When I roll home to you Can’t wait to touch the line of your hips As there is no feeling like this When I roll home to you A sly pickpoket spent a night in a country jail For robbing our gambler yesterday’s night And his security guard believes that money has no smell He took it all as a bribe Wise and lovely woman of this corrupted man She says: I’m so offened by what you did You’d better collect all money before we break appart And give it all to a beggar on a street CHORUS A dirty begger is surprised by what he sees His dusty hat is full of gold Nomore wheels of fortune and no more rolling dice This time for good he’s comming home CHORUS To you (x3) Wait for me I’m comming home To touch the line of the hips that I miss Изначальная версия песни: ...