Sometimes manage to get something good.
I wonder if it is an idiot luck?
Do I dare try that again?

Sometimes I'm fast enough, I fly from the cruel memories.
It should be the idiot culture,
but, however, were driven into a corner.

You gave me a taste of heaven
and then left me to this hell.

(which are called unto life)

This Is My Life
as te detto and te left off.
That is only the life
maybe te rather be?

To give the sea in my face flushed,
tomorrow will be worse than no change.
Here I stand, I can not change.

I walk the streets in rain, as before.
I wonder if it is an illusion
Even the summer o whatever is...