May be I win lottery,
After me expect glory.
I listening my boom box
and quite forget a telephone,
Music cunning as it fox,
You abandon your sweet home.
May be I win lottery
and drive all from my heart,
After me expect glory,
my mind said that.
Music, Music,
You told me – I agree,
Music, Music,
But only she do me free,
Music, Music,
It’s only my best treasure,
Music, Music,
I at once receive pleasure.