LYRICS

My city has long been my narrow,
I live in slow sad song.
Ah, life in dramas not how I was born,
in London, Miami, Crimea or Vienna.

Chorus: (x2)
fate master you come in this world,
fate thrown dice, poor or rich.

Jet and parachutes, endless beaches,
shiny boutiques I secretly yearn.
Clothing Armani, Hollywood nights,
long, shackled, all want more.

Chorus: (x6)