перевод - Наталия Соллогуб
слова и музыка - Maestro
вариант на русском
Luck is a plague
Luck is a plague,
sometimes is a (great) burden,
but a stolen luck
is a voluntary murder.
Well, why , why do you need
to get into a strange garden?!
Forbidden fruit is sweet,
but you have the same martin.
Feelings - dealings ,
also the lucky ticket.
Love brings not only the rings,
it is not always а cricket.
Happiness can’t buy
You’ll try to look cheerful .
Away your life is flying,
with your eyes tearful,
And deep sighing…
A tramp is aidless,
always slipshod and not a prim.
But there is a princess
No happier than him.
Her palace is like a jail,
being guarded she can’t sleep.
He sleeps even in a gale…
For him the freedom is cheap.
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