Damned guitar E

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