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When I'm standing on the edge of a precipice,
And drunk seems an abyss on the knee,
When the soul is shackled by pride ice
And do not feel Gehenna of fire,
When predators are round, and I do not see their fangs
For languages ​​flattering,
When we left the force and the hope was lost,
But one word can save me ...

Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.

I wept for the human race -
Who taught the royal children messing around in the mud?
We only live once, but forever -
So much to suffer, but so little to change.

Woe, woe is me wretched,
I do not dare to look up at the sky.
Bitter, bitter to realize all of a sudden,
What ever man was not.

Sorry.

When you want to disappear in the abyss,
Sink into the maelstrom, headlong,
Only the Word can save me,
Let there be no will of my own.