Текст песни: Not My Final Song + перевод

I am looking around, laid down in my coffin

See faces with tears in their eyes

But hey wasn’t (that) her?

And I also see the guy who used to hate me so much?

And I don’t need mourning laments

To be sincere you can kiss my ass

If you had to tell me something

I can do nothing, now I’m dead and gone

I’m singing proud my final song

Dedicated to the ones still living

I’m singing loud my final song

For the ones who have ears to hear

Don’t you think it’s sardonic?

You’re considered a great one

But no one has shaken your hand

I don’t wanna end up like Poe or Van Gogh

Not knowing what they’d have become

So listen, I don’t want your tears when I’m gone

Please smile at me 'till I’m still fond

Call me a cynic, have passed all the limits

But now I’m here…

…singing proud my final song

Dedicated to the ones still living

I’m singing loud my final song

For the ones who have ears to hear

This is not my final song

More words and notes are in my pocket

This is not my final song

There are more stories to tell

Life often offers unreal circumstances

A theatre of souls, a circus of dances

Everything does happen for a real reason

I surely don’t know, I’m victim of treason

This funeral march starts to be boring

This coffin is narrow, the suit is too sober

Pass me my hat and my broken guitar

And sing me this final song bizarre

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