Текст песни Алексей Кортнев - Плач Джека 03.

In this world, no one comes with me,
It is recognized as the best I am in my craft.
Horror I look at the unaware moon
On any of those living on earth

So much saw the bravets, braggings, fools
Pounded their small trembling.
I traveled to the children and fathers
I like a ghost is amazingly good

So after year in the year I scared people
And in the soul, sadness and life will pass
I'm jack! Pumpkin Lord!
I hate everything you got used to

In my soul one sadness
I'm looking at the night distance
Don't break the vicious circle
Where to run from these flour?

I am known everywhere, I am a nightmare in the dark
I am that horror on the wings of the night
Hoved because of the shoulder, I scared British
And the French and Germans and others

Like everyone who is dead, even without head
I quote Shakespeare
In people, the beast does not have a grumble
I am the king of the other world

But who will understand my sadness here?
Master Pumpkins himself sorry
And crown hard and glory not sweet
I would burn your dull world ...

What shines there at the end of the way?
One longing in my chest
Prestige, honorable and higher light
All about anything, no hope ...