This is waterfall of human tales.
Just a piece of good luck,
Is all that we claim.
But I'm told by a friend,
It's imore than sure.
Just as clear as the sky,
There is no fortune for all.
And this is nobody's fault,
And this is nobody's share.
And I Say:
Somebody's soaked,
Somebody's cliché.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
For I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
I did not reach it
I did not reach it
This is whore that prays in church,
Torn her soul.
This is countess on the ball,
But the title is stolen.
This is a cripple from the war,
The guy you know.
But the answer's in the end,
Something cannot be changed.
And this is nobody's fault,
And this is nobody's share.
And I Say:
Somebody's soaked,
Somebody's cliché.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
For I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
I did not reach it,
I did not reach it.
Somebody's soaked
Somebody's cliché
Am I caught in the storm
The sleeping creature
For I beg high and hope
For I beg high and hold
Till I fall in the storm
The storm of cliché
Somebody, everybody.
High or low, or hiding.
Nobody's born as a creature.
You better be,
Not mad at me,
'Cause body falls,
Vanishes souls.
Me better fear,
Nobody's born as a creature.
Nobody's creature,
And nobody fears.
Somebody's soaked,
Somebody's cliché.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
For I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
I did not reach it,
I did not reach it.