The banknotes rolled under the bench,
that somehow you always manage to get
You use them to blow into your glass,
which is always full while I put all the poison
Odina,
odina,
odina
Words that are always useless
And I sat down with a sad face,
suffering my dreams
But now things have changed,
you know,
I prefer to die
So now I want to tell you in the face with your nicknames
Do you think it's right that as you turn it,
you turn it?
I always turn you in your favor without a stain
If the request is only what matters in the end
It certainly leads me to no longer have hope
Odina,
odina,
odina Odina, odina, odina
Your words that have always been useless
And I sat down with a sad face,
suffering my dreams
But now things have changed,
you know,
I prefer to die
So now I want to tell you in the face with your nicknames