GAME OF CHANCE ( prstýnek)                                                     
          text:  markéta spáčilová

          See you in a cope of heaven
          As high as free birds can fly
          Something stupid must have broken
          Whisper me on the tick white lies
          Life is heartless child´s game of chance
          Empty paper of sweet romance 
          Roses can change to the wild plants
          When Fortune's wheel has sharp-cut lance

          Save me, take me up to the nines
          I´d like lead you to the alter
          Only mirror can retain signs
          Hope is a bowl full of water
          Life is heartless child´s game of chance
          Empty paper of sweet romance
          Roses can change to the wild plants
          When Fortune's wheel has sharp-cut lance

          Tears from heaven bears a rainfall
          Send me postcard by lost swallow
          Charming ringlet wake up nightfall
          Smooth lock of hair on my pillow
          Life is heartless child´s game of chance
          Empty paper of sweet romance
          Roses can change to the wild plants 
          When fortune's wheel has sharp-cut lance

                                                                                                            

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