The dreams lovers see are quite like good wine. Its taste makes you happy, or else, makes you sad. Malnourished and weak, I make life in the streets, Reluctantly stealing whatever I can steal. For nothing is free in the world. . "High hopes" is one dish that goes down in no time. To skipping my breakfast no stranger I am I'm a thief, lonely thief, grave sorrow to feed. In this bitter gambling I'll never succeed. For nothing is free in the world. . Oh, don't you! Ever tell me "No, The stars are not for you, dreams never come true"...

ОРИГИНАЛ Look me in my eyes Tell me everything's not fine Or the people ain't happy

When you walk through a storm hold your head up high And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of a storm is a golden sky And the sweet silver song of a lark.