Richard's Crooked Luck Blues
Richard was born with the Moon turned wrong
Worn-out shoes, borrowed faith to hold on
When the day smiled at everyone else
For him it was rain, a hole, a spell
Wrong jobs, love that fades away
Empty table, pockets gone gray
Everything he touched turned into dust
The world would say: That man's out of luck
But one night in the smoke and neon light
Old bar, cards dealt just right
He joined the game with nothing to lose
A tired heart ready for bad news
The cards flipped over, nobody knew
Richard's bad luck suddenly flew
A pair, a three, then a king showed face
In that moment luck said: Okay
Oh, luck smiled on Richard, yes it did
But it smiled crooked, sharp and bitter-sweet
The money came like saving grace
But carried disaster in its face
The cash fell down like heavy rain
Friends appeared, promises came
Where there was silence, crowds took shape
Everybody family when money's at stake
He bought respect, he bought illusion
Lost his compass, lost direction
The bar became home, the night the law
And luck kept charging more and more
Gold weighs heavier than pain
When it comes with no roots, no love to gain
Richard won the game, lost his peace
Some things money will never release
Oh, luck smiled on Richard, yes it did
But it smiled crooked, sharp and bitter-sweet
The money came like saving grace
But turned to ruin in his heart's deep place
Now he looks at the cards, glass in hand
Richer than yesterday, poorer as a man
Learned too late, but learned it true
Not every victory's a gift from above to you
'Cause luck, my friend, is treacherous art
Kisses you today, chains your heart
And Richard's blues echo in the bar
Be careful what you ask to win at cards
Blues da Sorte Torta do Richard
Richard nasceu com a Lua virada
Sapato furado, fé emprestada
Quando o dia sorria pra todo mundo
Pra ele era chuva, buraco fundo
Trabalho errado, amor que some
Mesa vazia, bolso com fome
Tudo que tocava virava pó
O mundo dizia: Esse aí nasceu só
Mas numa noite de fumaça e neon
Um bar velho, cartas na mão
Entrou na roda sem nada a perder
Coração cansado, pronto pra sofrer
As cartas viraram, ninguém entendeu
O azar do Richard desapareceu
Um par, um trinca, depois veio o rei
Naquele instante, a sorte disse: Ok
Oh, a sorte sorriu pro Richard, sim
Mas sorriu torto, com gosto ruim
O dinheiro veio como salvação
Mas trouxe o diabo dentro da mão
A grana caiu como chuva grossa
Amigo surgiu, promessa nossa
Onde era silêncio virou multidão
Todo mundo irmão do tal cifrão
Comprou respeito, comprou ilusão
Perdeu o rumo, perdeu o chão
O bar virou casa, a noite virou lei
E a sorte cobrava juros todo mês
O ouro pesa mais que a dor
Quando vem sem raiz, sem amor
Richard ganhou o jogo, perdeu a paz
Tem coisa que o dinheiro nunca traz
Oh, a sorte sorriu pro Richard, sim
Mas sorriu torto, com gosto ruim
O dinheiro veio como salvação
Mas virou desgraça no coração
Hoje ele olha as cartas, copo na mão
Mais rico que ontem, mais pobre por dentro então
Aprendeu tarde, mas aprendeu bem
Nem toda vitória é favor do além
Porque a sorte, meu amigo, é traiçoeira
Te beija hoje, amanhã te algema inteira
E o blues do Richard ecoa no bar
Cuidado com o que você pede pra ganhar
Composição: R. Karwatzki