You are searching to find what love is
In small and insignificant faces
That fill for a while your empty bed
And then they disappear
You are searching to find where was your mistake
That everything lead to a disaster
Give to your luck a mountza* and burn it
Let tomorrow stay in the "maybe"
Maybe she was hurt a lot and she will come back
Maybe she is watching the sunset with another one
Maybe she liked to make sins
Maybe she will love you again
She makes you travel, you hold her in a teardrop
The hours are bitter, the body cold
But whoever has not lost in cards and in love
Has not learned life
Maybe she was hurt a lot and she will come back
Maybe she is watching the sunset with another one
Maybe she liked to make sins
Maybe she will love you again