Текст песни FMartini CD - 08 - Teu Olhar

The turn shines in your eyes
Kill or be killed is the impression she gives
In green velvet your chance to reach your
It's the flavor of the month: paradise and apple
The Zen archer and his pagan faith

All or nothing: now or never:
A flight: your chance
The player is a fire burning
Beauty and horror of a game of chance
We always order
We're always the flavor of the month

For the umpteenth time we start
All over again: each ball in its place
In green velvet is all exposed: everything is bet
The player is a fire burning
Beauty and horror of a game of chance
We always order
We're always the flavor of the month