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My woman serves the croupier with god
Casino fleeting whim
Where at the entrance the guards hang on a spear
My worthless life.
I out of habit left her as a deposit
Having received for her three pennies
And pray
To make me a little lucky
Cause this is my last chance
By light, streaming darkness
Moaning ancient pain
chances are three to one
Red, black, zero
My woman is made for me
This fact is appreciated by me quite
Everything would be perfect
But day by day we will not agree on price
And so I bet again
your life your soul and flesh
But only my Rubicon is behind me,
And behind her is the Lord himself.
By light, streaming darkness
Moaning ancient pain
chances are three to one
Red, black, zero
My woman remembers how
crying earth under the hooves of swearing horses
and holy bonfires and crosses in the fields
in the name of sky-high days
she can never forget how the devil was
seducing us with luck
and how loudly the gates of heaven closed
when i played the first time

My woman serves the croupier with god
Casino fleeting whim
Where at the entrance the guards hang on a spear
My worthless life.
I out of habit left her as a deposit
Having received for her three pennies
And pray
To make me a little lucky
Cause this is my last chance
By light, streaming darkness
Moaning ancient pain
chances are three to one
Red, black, zero
My woman is made for me
This fact is appreciated by me quite
Everything would be perfect
But day by day we will not agree on price
And so I bet again
your life your soul and flesh
But only my Rubicon is behind me,
And behind her is the Lord himself.
By light, streaming darkness
Moaning ancient pain
chances are three to one
Red, black, zero
My woman remembers how
crying earth under the hooves of swearing horses
and holy bonfires and crosses in the fields
in the name of sky-high days
she can never forget how the devil was
seducing us with luck
and how loudly the gates of heaven closed
when i played the first time