That wisdom comes with the years, that's not always true. Mistakes you make every day, so often the danger lurks. You don't believe everything you see, and yet you fall for it. Deceived once again, by a fake gypsy. She called herself Black Madonna, and in her glass bowl she saw the most beautiful things. That's how she grew in her role. People came from far away, and asked her for advice. But she hid her trust, and turned it into hate. Luck is not for sale, so don't force it. With the black wig in her glass bowl, she grew her own strength. The truth and her lies now crossed each other. She knew she had lost, her car was ready. She called herself Black Madonna, and in her glass bowl she saw the most beautiful things. That's how she grew in her role. People came from far away, and asked her for advice. But she hid her trust, and turned it into hate. She called herself Black Madonna, and in her glass bowl she saw the most beautiful things. That's how she grew in her role. People came from far away, and asked her for advice. But she hid her trust, and turned it into hate. But she hid her trust, and turned it into hate. She called herself Black Madonna.