Удача сосёт, Потому что воля сильней! У меня еще есть друзья, Которые мне важней, Чем самоубийство! Есть девчонки, С которыми мне хорошо! А то, что мир
Ваше благородие, госпожа удача, Для кого ты добрая, а кому иначе. Девять граммов в сердце постой - не зови. Не везет мне в смерти, повезет в любви. Девять
валит с ног. Госпожа удача сладкая нота, Удача хорошо кода она преследует кого то. Госпожа удача, сама непостояность, Удачу как ветер сдует, сразу влипнешь в неприятность. Удача
And I just want to wish everybody, good luck Mr. Bloom, hasn't anyone ever told you It's bad luck to say, "Good luck" on opening night If you do, I tell
So by now you have seen me By now I have seen you Would you would you would you Move with me? Looked through a looking glass And what did I see? I saw
Tell me tell me is life just a playground Think you're the real deal honey And someone will always look out for you But wake up baby You're so totally
Juega con tu suerte son tus ojos, que me llaman y me hunden en el vacio hemos caido superados por el espanto el miedo fuerte y agresivo es una oscura
Men of good fortune Often cause empires to fall While men of poor beginnings Often can't do anything at all The rich son waits for his father to die
Threw my bad fortune of the top of A tall building, I'd rather have done it with you Your boy's smile, five in the mornin' Looked into your eyes and I
Every time that something good happens in my life You're always there for me, looking good by my side Picture you now, pullin' up your pantyhose And you
Some guys have all the luck Some guys have all the fun Some guys have all the luck, all the luck Oo, what you gonna do when your luck begins to run?
Uh-huh huh, uh-huh huh Uh-huh huh, oh, yeah Don't want a four leaf clover Don't want an old horse shoe Want your kiss 'cause I just can't miss With a
All my life I had this funny little feeling It came and went time and again with all my daily demons Call it a deficit, an emptiness inside Why is true
Written by brian setzer Two hands reach for twelve at midnight Clouds of smoke fill up the room All the boys snap to attention When lady luck walks into
If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead A
If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead I
Black is for the nighttime Preys upon the day Red is for the blood that flows like rivers in our veins Gray is for betrayal What you did to me White
They were seen high-jacking someone's car They drove far away and it's in the news The papers too, it's all around Some of us already knew the truth