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Her luck won't reach her anymore
(Awa Taban-Shomal)
She’s walking down a lonesome road
The past it burns the future's cold
She does not know what to do
The wind whispers into her ear
Ahead of her there’s more to fear
She won't be able to get through
You’re walking down a lonesome road
The past it burns the future's cold
You do not know what to do
The wind whispers into your ear
Ahead of you there’s more to fear
You won't be able to get through
Over your shoulder you throw a look behind
And the other way around's more fear to find
And you start running from your life
And your feet are getting sore
The luck won't reach you anymore
You’re standing in a crowded room
The voices build a bulging gloom
What do those people want and why?
And as you’re standing in their range
Your innards feel quite awful strange
Your throat turns really rough and dry
And then you turn around and guilt is right behind
You'll search for them, but it is me that you will find
And you push everyone away
And your hands are getting sore
The luck won't reach you anymore
You’re lying there defeated
Air is fleeing as you breathed
You sigh, it's all about to end
Then someone grabs you wounded hands
An unexpected warmth expands
„I'll be your brother not your friend“
„Now I am here and trust me you will find
someone to live for, someone who won't be resigned“
But you throw his offer away
And your soul it is so sore
The luck won't reach you anymore
Now you sit here all alone
And your eyes are getting sore
The luck won't reach you anymore
