Перевод песни Stephen Stills – 4 + 20

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Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life
The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife
He was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like the devil to be more
A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know- why am I so
Where is my woman can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone?
Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed
I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head
I embrace the many colored beast. I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease