Epitaph — текст песни (Kris Kristofferson)

Her close friends have gathered.

Lord, aint it a shame

Grieving together

Sharing the blame.

But when she was dying

Lord, we let her down.

Theres no use cryin

It cant help her now.



The partys all over

Drink up and go home.

Its too late to love her

And leave her alone.



Just say she was someone

Lord, so far from home

Whose life was so lonesome

She died all alone

Who dreamed pretty dreams

That never came true

Lord, why was she born

So black and blue?

Oh, why was she born

So black and blue?