| Song | Miss Fortune |
| Artist | Musty Luxury |
| Album | Retrospective |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Катачигова Сабина Эльхан Кызы | |
| 作曲 : Ермолаев Михаил Михайлович/Круглов Александр Анатольевич/Леонтьев Борис Ильич/Степанов Максим Александрович | |
| it was a nice Sunday morning, | |
| I was driving my cab | |
| you see, this woman just appeared | |
| to sit in the back and talk the crap | |
| I wasn't listening to her | |
| until she mentioned her name | |
| and then I have recognized her | |
| cause she's got a sort of fame | |
| her name was molly fortune, | |
| have you heard that name before? | |
| she's really one of those who aren't | |
| either handsome or tall | |
| breaking the wall to find somebody | |
| to hold through the night | |
| but in the end fail | |
| cause they have something different inside | |
| she's just a girl who wanted more than she could get | |
| to be in a black list is always better than to be dead | |
| this sad story of Miss Fortune started years ago | |
| her adolescence passed in cabin | |
| with her mad bobo Moe | |
| I wasn't there I’ve no idea | |
| what was wrong with her life | |
| but she has never left the cabin | |
| without bringing a knife | |
| no control she could start yelling | |
| in the middle of the street | |
| she was a weirdo and could do like any kind of shit! | |
| her misbehavior was proverbial, | |
| babies cried, milk got sour | |
| dogs were barking and nobody | |
| could feel safe anymore | |
| she’s just a girl that wanted more than one could give | |
| she’s so insane it’s really hard to believe | |
| you will ask me what I’m driving at – | |
| it's simple as an egg | |
| there are thousands of losers | |
| looking worse than granny's rag | |
| fact is several years ago | |
| she disappeared without a trace | |
| people guessed - she went to hell, | |
| to heaven or even to space | |
| since that day no one has seen her .... | |
| for many years on | |
| and children thought she is a legend | |
| and has never been born | |
| she told me truth, she left the town | |
| over the hills and far away | |
| and found a nice and cozy place | |
| she couldn't help but stay | |
| cause everyone there seems to look and act | |
| the way that she does | |
| and who could ever imagine | |
| she’ll find her knight in that fuzz | |
| and change insanity to piece, | |
| choosing solid love and ease | |
| as well as changing her name to Lucky | |
| getting rid of the disease | |
| called misfortune |
| zuo ci : | |
| zuo qu : | |
| it was a nice Sunday morning, | |
| I was driving my cab | |
| you see, this woman just appeared | |
| to sit in the back and talk the crap | |
| I wasn' t listening to her | |
| until she mentioned her name | |
| and then I have recognized her | |
| cause she' s got a sort of fame | |
| her name was molly fortune, | |
| have you heard that name before? | |
| she' s really one of those who aren' t | |
| either handsome or tall | |
| breaking the wall to find somebody | |
| to hold through the night | |
| but in the end fail | |
| cause they have something different inside | |
| she' s just a girl who wanted more than she could get | |
| to be in a black list is always better than to be dead | |
| this sad story of Miss Fortune started years ago | |
| her adolescence passed in cabin | |
| with her mad bobo Moe | |
| I wasn' t there I' ve no idea | |
| what was wrong with her life | |
| but she has never left the cabin | |
| without bringing a knife | |
| no control she could start yelling | |
| in the middle of the street | |
| she was a weirdo and could do like any kind of shit! | |
| her misbehavior was proverbial, | |
| babies cried, milk got sour | |
| dogs were barking and nobody | |
| could feel safe anymore | |
| she' s just a girl that wanted more than one could give | |
| she' s so insane it' s really hard to believe | |
| you will ask me what I' m driving at | |
| it' s simple as an egg | |
| there are thousands of losers | |
| looking worse than granny' s rag | |
| fact is several years ago | |
| she disappeared without a trace | |
| people guessed - she went to hell, | |
| to heaven or even to space | |
| since that day no one has seen her. . . . | |
| for many years on | |
| and children thought she is a legend | |
| and has never been born | |
| she told me truth, she left the town | |
| over the hills and far away | |
| and found a nice and cozy place | |
| she couldn' t help but stay | |
| cause everyone there seems to look and act | |
| the way that she does | |
| and who could ever imagine | |
| she' ll find her knight in that fuzz | |
| and change insanity to piece, | |
| choosing solid love and ease | |
| as well as changing her name to Lucky | |
| getting rid of the disease | |
| called misfortune |
| zuò cí : | |
| zuò qǔ : | |
| it was a nice Sunday morning, | |
| I was driving my cab | |
| you see, this woman just appeared | |
| to sit in the back and talk the crap | |
| I wasn' t listening to her | |
| until she mentioned her name | |
| and then I have recognized her | |
| cause she' s got a sort of fame | |
| her name was molly fortune, | |
| have you heard that name before? | |
| she' s really one of those who aren' t | |
| either handsome or tall | |
| breaking the wall to find somebody | |
| to hold through the night | |
| but in the end fail | |
| cause they have something different inside | |
| she' s just a girl who wanted more than she could get | |
| to be in a black list is always better than to be dead | |
| this sad story of Miss Fortune started years ago | |
| her adolescence passed in cabin | |
| with her mad bobo Moe | |
| I wasn' t there I' ve no idea | |
| what was wrong with her life | |
| but she has never left the cabin | |
| without bringing a knife | |
| no control she could start yelling | |
| in the middle of the street | |
| she was a weirdo and could do like any kind of shit! | |
| her misbehavior was proverbial, | |
| babies cried, milk got sour | |
| dogs were barking and nobody | |
| could feel safe anymore | |
| she' s just a girl that wanted more than one could give | |
| she' s so insane it' s really hard to believe | |
| you will ask me what I' m driving at | |
| it' s simple as an egg | |
| there are thousands of losers | |
| looking worse than granny' s rag | |
| fact is several years ago | |
| she disappeared without a trace | |
| people guessed - she went to hell, | |
| to heaven or even to space | |
| since that day no one has seen her. . . . | |
| for many years on | |
| and children thought she is a legend | |
| and has never been born | |
| she told me truth, she left the town | |
| over the hills and far away | |
| and found a nice and cozy place | |
| she couldn' t help but stay | |
| cause everyone there seems to look and act | |
| the way that she does | |
| and who could ever imagine | |
| she' ll find her knight in that fuzz | |
| and change insanity to piece, | |
| choosing solid love and ease | |
| as well as changing her name to Lucky | |
| getting rid of the disease | |
| called misfortune |