SEVENTY NINE

Nobody knows the day
nobody knows the time
Red is the rose, gray is the day
Forever lost I am

Seventy seven times
I've got "no nothing"
May be the luck
somewere is knocking
but not on my door

May be the love is gone
may be the sun goes down
Luck is a boy on the run
singing his song - but not my own

Seventy seven times
I've got "no nothing"
May be the luck
somewere is knocking
but not on my door

Never say no, no more
never say no, it's too late
Some day the luck stays at the door
and after seventy seven
... comes seventy eight!