[Deedre]

I am the captain of my pain

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[Laonix]

здооорово)

[Deedre]

Oh, brother, buy me one more drink
I'll explain the nature of my pain
Yes, let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain

[martalex]

Капитан боли. Полковник скорби. Лейтенант отчаяния. Генерал смерти.
True \m/

[Laonix]

Deedre с этого бы и начала)) потрясающе
martalex мы даже кофе сделаем металлом

[Deedre]

Вера, давай что ли

всё!

всё!

Brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

I am the captain of my pain
Tis the bit, the bridle,
The trashing cane
The stirrup, the harness
The whipping mane
The pickled eye
The shrinking brain
Oh, brother, buy me one more drink
I'll explain the nature of my pain
Yes, let me tell you once again
I am the captain of my pain

Oh, brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

I cannot blame it all on her
To blame her all would be a lie
For many a night I lay awake
And wished that I could watch her die
To see her accusing finger spurt
To see flies swarm her hateful eye
To watch her groaning in the dirt
To see her clicking tongue crack dry
Oh, brother, buy me one more drink
One more drink and then goodbye
And do not mock me when I say
Let's drink one more before I die

Oh, brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

Well I've been sliding down on rainbows
Well I've been swinging from the stars
Now this wretch in beggars clothing
Bangs his cup across the bars
Look, this cup of mine is empty!
Seems I've misplaced my desires
Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes
Of all my former fires
So brother, be a brother
And fill this tiny cup of mine
And please, sir, make it whiskey
For I have no head for wine

Oh, brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

I counted up my blessings
And counted only one
One tiny little blessing
And now that blessings gone
So buy me one more drink, my brother
Then I'm taking to the road
Yes, I'm taking to the rain
I'm taking to the snow
Oh, my friend, my only brother
Do not let the party grieve
So throw a dollar onto the bar
Now kiss my ass and leave

Oh, brother, my cup is empty
And I haven't got a penny
For to buy no more whiskey
I have to go home

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martalex будешь в наш проектируемый журнал статьи писать?