| Настроение: | crushed |
| Entry tags: | мое |
Сидя на памятнике
Вот что пришло мне на ум, пока Прокопчук кадрила геев.
There's only one girl
Left in my mind.
The girl that I dream of,
She's never been mine.
She's blackhaired and pale,
Her soul is cold.
I'm sinking in ale
And cursing the world.
I tried to forget
I tried to forgive -
I shouldn't have let
My soul believe.
My fingers are cold,
My heart beats no more
I'm nearly dead
Indifference's my law