2019.03.11.
The wallet with a rope
In my childhoodHiding round a corner
We liked to throw
A wallet with a string
And when some passerby
Tried to seize it,
The wallet ran away
And we laughed.
We were very happy. We laughed, it was funny
When wallet on rope plucked quickly away.
But years passed by, we are grown up now
The world now looks in a different way…
Chorus (2x)
Money bag, moneybag with a rope tied up to it
Like a present that lies at the edge of the chasm.
And bad fortune is somewhere hiding aside within
Holds strongly this rope useen till we touch.
The world of the growns up isn’t all verses.
It’s not poetic. It’s severe and hard.
A wallet with money lies still on the road,
But hands that are holding it are not mine.
Chorus (2x)
Money bag, moneybag with a rope tied up to it
Like a present that lies at the edge of the chasm.
And bad fortune is somewhere hiding aside within
Holds strongly this rope useen till we touch.
We shout оf something to others in motion,
Not knowing that fortune laughs in ambush.
We have no time for the rest to think over
If wallet is real or it’s just illusion.
Chorus (2x)
Money bag, moneybag with a rope tied up to it
Like a present that lies at the edge of the chasm.
And bad fortune is somewhere hiding aside within
Holds strongly this rope useen till we touch.