пасиб чувак
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английский стих - он как бы не конкретно к Курту обращен, а просто является пересказом моего сна - я в одной теме выкладывала, где типа я попадаю в ад, сотона там все дела, и вижу КК, а потом мы оттуда сматываемся. ну вот короче.
I was in hell, i saved one man
I wish i never back again
I saw a mud, I saw a soot,
Their chains under the Satan’s foot
His eyes were cold, he tired and sick
To see me every Holy Week
To give me one of his poor slaves
I know, my death is all he craves
Make sinners free from hellish tar –
I won this right in holy war
I broke my wing, i spilled my shine,
I weakened but i held the line
“Who – Devil asked me, - Try to find”
These people, I could read their mind
They asked me save them, save their souls
But only one there was my goal.
I point him. Touched him. Washed his face.
Quite great part of the human race
Has worshiped him, has prayed to me.
I saved this man, I’ve heard their plea.
Who will be first, waiting in line –
Next year will show, I’ll get the sign
I’ll never die, I’ll never stop
I’m wounded angel, your last hope.