Millionaire

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This morning before I go to sleep
I’ll throw my legs on the table and turn off the lamp
Before me a parade begins
The tales of bygone days
The losses of winners

I like
The solitude of my four walls
And a new day there
I’m better off
Than a millionaire, he can’t do anything without his money

Galileo Galilei was right
When I close my eyes, I know that it moves
I’ll unlock the door and throw away the key
Oh, you can drink all the money away

I like
My rocking chair, my harmonica
I’m better off
Than a millionaire, he can’t do anything without his money

This morning before I go to sleep
I won’t count coins, it would be futile
I’ll tilt the bottle and I’ll suck
The truth of wine from Moravian hillsides

I like
My rocking chair, my harmonica
I’m better off
Than a millionaire, he can’t do anything without his money

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