I was created by nature
To be a funny, ugly picture.
And every day I ask myself:
When will a crowd put its fun on the shelf?
Why am I the freakiest ugly guy?
Goodness, I’m begging you, tell me why?
When in the circus I'm performing,
The crowd beats me and I'm smiling.
I remember day after day
How they threw stones at me again.
And after the show, when midnight falls,
I leave my suit in the clowns' empty halls.
No one is sorry for the freak.
I can't wait for death; I'm too weak.
Nature's joke was truly evil —
Creating a freak instead of a pearl!
And now in the midnight hour the outcast
Is dreaming of the life that's lost at last
And after the show, when midnight falls,
I leave my suit in the clowns' empty halls.
No one is sorry for the freak.
I can't wait for death; I'm too weak.
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The freak уродец перевод Людмилы Богдановой
© Copyright: Евгений Чуприн Воробьев, 2026
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