Call me whenever he won't even listen to your single word

Oh darling, answer me why are you wasted?

I trust to my father's word: "Son, a good girl deserves a good man"

Now I see, you're the promised one who deserves me

You told me, "It is a blood-line and you're my dearest one"

How if there are points, that are blur, the sight's a lie

We can be tough

We can sing lalalalalala

Listen me in every word

This is the hand that you should hold

But sometimes you have to understand there's no another me again

You must with me if only he was not there

You call it plan A or just going where the wind blows, not sure

Listen me, the more you see the more you free

I trust to my father's word: "Son, a good girl deserves a good man"

Now I see, you're the promised one who deserves me

You told me, "It is a blood-line and you're my dearest one"

How if there are points, that are blur, the sight's a lie

We can be tough

We can sing lalalalalala

Listen me in every word

This is the hand that you should hold

But sometimes you have to understand there's no another me again

You must with me if only he was not there

I'm fool everytime I sing this song

It's symphony of irony

We stand, we walk in the same line

So make it more then we'll be fine

We'll be fine

We can be tough

We can sing lalalalalala

Listen me in every word

This is the hand that you should hold

But sometimes you have to understand there's no another me again

You must with me if only he was not there