Fortune's Show Of Our Last - Migala
There are two men hardened and drunk They walk by the wet
Roads tonight Try to march ladies for a woman
That follows them glad
Was that night violently cold we thought wind was howling
For us You looked at me smiling and a desert reflects on
Your sight
Please please love be with me along 'til I become a lady
Like that She never knew that was the fortune's show of
Our last
