The Destiny of a Love Game
When you give love to destiny
she is the roulette ball of life.
As she spins you hear her sound.
They call it love passion.
The ball drops on color and number
and you remain the fate of gambling,
a tense, uncertain future
in which the happy don't get it.
Game is over. Her name was Love.
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Sudbina ljubavne igre
Kad ljubavprepustiš sudbini
ona je kuglica na ruletu života.
Dok se vrti čuješ njen zvuk.
Zovu ga ljubavna strast.
Kuglica padne na boju i broj
i ostaje ti sudbina kockanja,
napeta, neizvjesna budućnost
u kojoj srećni ne dobijaju.
Igra je završena. Zvala se ljubav.
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