I was created by the nature
To be like funniest ugly picture.
And every day I ask myself —
How long a crowd will fun with me itself?
Why am I freakiest ugly guy,
For Goodness tell me, begging, why?
When in the circus every time I'm apeing,
The crowd is beating me — I'm smiling.
Remembering from day to day
How they threw stones at me again.
And after show when midnight comes
I leave my suit at alley clowns
Noone is sorry for the freak
Can't wait for death, I'm too weak.
The nature's joke was very evil —
Creating freak instead of pearl!
And now in midnight hour outcast
Is dreaming of the life is gone to last.
Уродец The freak перевод Мила Богдан
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