Majd' Meghalok

Rám szól az élet, és azt mondja nekem: "Nem lehetsz örökké csak fenn, fenn, fenn!" Én meg nézek rá, jajj, úgy felpofoznám. Ilyennek miért teremtett egy részeg délután? My tone is shiny grey a bloody wind is blowing on this town, And If I miss the way I drop a drop a slope that I grew upon, My street, it's fun to fail three of my teeth meg bánta, Took a cocktail stamped on the trail and keep it rolling on, This tale it's yours to sale faith is a silly old dáma, So let's get shapeless never go stale and keep it flowing on, This stream with joy and sorrow, Gloomy today glows tomorrow. Úgy búsulok, majd' meghalok, Még is jó kedvvel dalolok! If you say that's I'm a fool and all I feel is wrong, Get back to your wonderful anarcho - rush along, My street, it's fun to fail three of my teeth meg bánta, Took a cocktail stamped on the trail and keep it rolling on, This tale it's yours to sail faith is a silly old dáma, So let's get shapeless never go stale and keep it flowing on! This stream with joy and sorrow, Gloomy today, glows tomorrow, Úgy búsulok, majd' meghalok, Mégis jó kedvvel dalolok!