Текст песни Potters Field (Alice Swoboda) с переводом

I’m just one of many faces

a lost generation of many races

Drinking, no place to go

but run down hotels and sleeping on the floor

Ain’t got no money

what’s the use of will

cause the city is gonna bury me

on Potters Field

All my yesterdays were once my tomorrows

The dues I have to pay wasn’t worth my sorrow

Ain’t nobody bussiness if I drink all meals

cause the city is gonna bury me on Potters Field

Well I guess i’ll go out just the way I came

People slapping me about

making me feel the pain

I’ve lost my soul

now the devil won’t make a deal

but there’s a six-foot hole waiting for me

in Potters Field

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