Cliche - Support Lesbiens(capo 4)

This is waterfall of human tales.

Just a piece of good luck, is all that we claim.

But I'm told by a friend, it's more than sure.

Just as clear as the sky, there is no fortune for all.

And this is nobody's fault, and this is nobody's share. And I say:

This is whore that prays in church, torn her soul.

This is countess on the ball, but the title is stolen.

This is a cripple from the war, the guy you know.

But the answer's in the end, something cannot be changed.

And this is nobody's fault, and this is nobody's share. And I say:

Somebody, everybody. High or low, or hiding.

Nobody's born as a creature. You better be,

not mad at me, 'cause body falls, vanishes souls. Me better fear,

nobody's born as a creature. Nobody's creature,

and nobody fears.