LYRICS

It’s like the night sad and alone and cussing all, the whole earth,
street woman they do it for money selling their beauty. (X2)

Chorus: (x2) You
his butterfly with broken wings,
not, do not wait for a miracle, fate is evil.
Princes star they love the night,
pay and disappear without a trace after that.

For the love and affection you had been born, but the world rob your dreams
and now wander sadly in the night and love to sell weeping soul. (x2)

Chorus: (x6)