Текст песни
Sing, just sing Upon your damned guitar
Your fingers dance in arcs across the strings
I'd drown myself in this wild, drunken bar
My last, my only friend whom music brings
Don't look upon her slender, graceful wrists
Nor at the silk that flows down from her shoulders
I sought in this woman happiness and bliss
But found instead my doom, as passion smolders
I didn't know that love was like disease
I didn't know that love was like the plague
She came up close with eyes half-shut to tease
A hooligan's mind she drove utterly vague
Sing, my friend Bring back to me once more
Our former riotous, carefree days
Let her kiss another, I implore
That young and beautiful wench of wicked ways
Ah, wait I'm not cursing her, you see
Ah, wait I cast no blame upon her name
Let me play something about me
As the bass string hums with my shame
My days pour out like a rose-colored dome
In my heart, a sack of golden dreams
Many girls I've fondled in their homes
Many women pressed in corners, it seems
Yes! There's bitter truth upon this land
I spied it with my childish eyes aglow
Dogs in line come licking as they stand
The juices of a bitch in heat they know
So why should I be jealous of her ways?
So why should I be pained by such as this?
Our life is but a sheet and bed of days
Our life—a plunge that follows after kiss
Sing, just sing! In the fateful sweep
Of these arms lies a fatal woe
But you know what? To hell with them deep
I'll never die, my friend, this I know
Sing, just sing! In the fateful sweep
Of these arms lies a fatal woe
Только знаешь, пошли их на хер…
Не умру я, мой друг, никогда
