Oh, my dear Majesty, Mistress of departing.
We are so long with you,
That's of no doubt.
Don't tear a letter from the envelope...
I'm not lucky dying, but have luck in love.
Oh my dear Majesty, Mistress of the strange land.
You embraced so hotly,
But without love sense.
To your silky nets, though, don't call me now.
I'm not lucky dying, but have luck in love.
Oh my dear Majesty, Mistress of good fortune.
One you like, the other - not, and without the right choice.
Nine grams to my heart, although, don't call one time...
I'm not lucky in dying, but have luck in love.
Oh my dear Majesty, Mistress of the triumph.
I feel in this time that song is not finished either!
Don't swear, devils, on my blood tonight.
I'm not lucky in dying, but have luck in love.
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