Song: Golden eyelashes (Capital)

Year after year, handsome, young, proud,
In velvet, in Morocco, in the dust of roads,
Arriving in the capital to seek fortune,
In the first duel find the rock.
Bell predicts the turn of trism,
But we will not, however, they grieve -
In the game of Tarot, which is called "life"
We risk more than the card "death".