Текст песни Bobby Prince - Shawn's Got The Shotgun

Alex Pleshcheev

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 So hard, so bitter and hurt me ...
 So much anguish in my heart Hidden,
 What I really want to say for a long time
 Everything that we call life, "Enough!"

 The future promises a series of tortures,
 Needs, illness, care, without end;
 Not sleeves shadow with a sad face
 His wing of hope bright genius!

 ABOUT! if even the thought that it is not futile
 It was squandered reserve of spiritual forces,
 What I had with what is not honored,
 Not reconciled, proud and free!

 But no! Rab impotence imposed
 His stamp on all my affairs,
 And only one consciousness that has passed
 Without a trace life, I will take away the grave ...