Oh, my dearest mama i dont know what to do : i was born in "rich" family, but my life is not for bloom hey, all my sisters-brothers, i was gambler in other life so and now i'm richman baby, but i was hobo in this night
something makes me ugly, some thing make me cry I dont want to sell, its better to die turning on the road of life - it's train to another town
Oh...Yesterday I looked for the last time in the eyes of color brown