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crushed

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