Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it
As a poor man stealing
Tried living like a black man
I'm sick of sight without
A sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
hora i az taka sporeh s edin za stefan lal4ev i plamen patov i razbrah 4e ne si struva stavate sme6ni kato se karate i ne si mislete 4e ste napalno pravi po dobre ne obra6taite vnmanie kakvo pi6at drugite a pi6ete tva koeto isate i vi kefi i vse pak sveta