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You've seen a lot, you've learnt a lot,
And life is not what you had thought.
You've lost your friends, you've lost your trust,
And all your hope turned into dust.
You've lost your mind, you've lost your soul,
You're falling into endless hole.
But you're too weak to break these chains,
And your existance still remains.
You still remember that doomed day,
When all around you became grey.
And disappeared. There's nothing more.
And there's no hope it will restore.

Вот так. Жду вашей критики. Что-то меня прорвало, так что ждите еще больше стихом на английском такой тематики. И никто так и не сказал, стоит ли мне выкладывать стих, в котором в каждой строчке по слову fuck(а чаще - по 2)

When all your dreams have gone away,
You've understood you can't go on this way.
You've understood you have no might to change your own fate.
And your last thought is: "This is too late..."

Кстати, мой друг, более подкованный в английском, припев переделал вот так:

When all your dreams have gone away,
You clearly see you can't go on this way.
And there is nothing in this world to change your fate.
You must have realized now: "This is too late..."

Какой вариант вам больше нравится?

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