So long! I can taste the ground above me.
You can walk on me as you did before.
Stamp your fear-stained cloth on my body.
I won’t ever let you mark my soul.
You may consider me dead
You may consider me dead
me dead… me dead… dead
You may consider me dead
me dead… dead!
You say it was a suicide -
My ribbon says to you “don’t cross”.
You say “God willing and the creek don’t rise».
Shut up! Reap what you saw, because
You may consider me dead
You may consider me dead
So long! I don’t need your love x4
Three words above me may seduce,
But I won’t listen to the stone.
I’ll hone my fangs if I got to choose,
I’ve been a zombie one life ago.
You may consider me dead
You may consider me dead
me dead… dead… me dead
You may consider me dead
me dead… dead!
Carmen, I have to translate..., because only Americans around me...
для них и перевожу..., они, кстати, любят знать как это...что - то - звучит по - русски...