DONзў© TRUST THE STARS — текст песни (The Auteurs)

Who cares about
your mystic lies
Is it a claim to some reality
I found myself barefoot
on stones
I donзЈ? think
ж…–t was meant to be?
I donзЈ? think
ж…–t just had to be?

So how can it be pre-arranged
When thereжЉЇ no order anyway
I found myself barefoot
on stone
I donзЈ? think it was destiny
It wasnзЈ? in the stars that day

Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
DonзЈ? trust the stars

I know itзЈ— insufferable
Visionary can be so vain
To think that somewhere
ThereзЈ— a path for you
I know itзЈ— make
it seem mundane
It makes it all seem
so mundane

Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
DonзЈ? trust the stars