I don’t want to talk, everything has already been said
It hurts me still to move (go over, disturb) the things of yesterday
I did the same as you, it left me without cards
Now there is no going back, no more dealing
Everything goes to the winner, to whoever played best
It was my turn to lose, what I am going to do
I wanted to see in you a safe place with
A wall around - that was my mistake
I shouldn’t have dreamed of a love so pure
How innocent I was to go in good faith
The gods for pleasure pick by chance
Their rolling fingers mark our chance
Everything goes to the winner
He left his pain to you; it is how it should be
Today the same as yesterday
I don’t want to talk, everything has already been said
It hurts me still to move (go over, disturb) the things of yesterday
Everything goes to the winner, to whoever played best
It was my turn to lose
Everything goes to the winner the winner
It only hurt me that he became the best
Everything goes to the winner, to whoever played best
Everything goes to the winner, to whoever played best
I don’t want to talk, everything has already been said