Songtext von Wrong Place, Right Time

Wrong Place, Right Time (Thierry Magnière) It goes back to his birth, Birth in painful strife, End his cry for life Was his mother's last breathe. Later when he's barely ten, Ten but workin' on a farm; He lost one arm In the oat grinder 'cause of playin' with a hen He was in the wrong place Wrong place but at the Right time. He was a man born 'der a cursed star, A slave of misfortune and sordid nightmares. He got nothing to win To stand against the wind. The night he loved that girl, Girl named Linda Chearl. He didn't know she was true Like some blessed rescue. In less than a year of regret, Regret of the choice he'd set : He met her again, three months pregnant With a guy hand in hand. He went nearby to the station &' cross the rails, he lay on. But the D Train didn't come 'Cause of a lightning strike.