Текст песни Hate Song (Daniel Johnston) с переводом

You won’t even know who you are or what you’re doing -- just you and your

shadow on the wall

You won’t even get nothin' for Christmas; no one will take you to the mall.

You’ll be all alone

You’ll be waiting by the phone, waiting for my call. You’ll sit nervously

waiting for it to ring

You’ll be waiting by the phone, hoping it will ring, but it won’t ring 'cause I

won’t call

You’ll bite into your fingernails and spit them on the floor 'til you won’t

have no fingernails no more

You’ll think about the good times that we used to have while staring at the

cobwebs on your door

And you’ll be all alone -- the clock will tick and it’ll make you sick as every

moment of your life passes by

You’ll contemplate suicide with a knife one night, and it won’t be nice

You’ll be all alone -- yes, no one will be there to stop you

No one to clear your head, no one to talk you out of it, no one to hear the

last words that you said

No one will shed a tear, no one will be there to find you dead 'cause you’ll be

all alone

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