Jake La Botz Wishing Well Колодец желаний, Рембо 4

I stayed for a while in the hollow sound…the only water came up from the ground.
Hey, the wishing well…sing it soft and low.
My head was mangled and my words were torn…covered in blood like a newly born.
Hey, the wishing well…sing it soft and low.
I saw you there…i couldn't refuse…had just enough in my pocket to lose.
Hey, the wishing well…looking cold tonight.
Nothing down there can feel the pain. nothing down there can forgive the crime.
Sing it soft. sing it low. sing it to your self. sing it all night.
Bent a lot of time in the garbage can…fighting over food with the garbage man.
Hey, the wishing well…sing it soft and low.
None of them scraps ever fed my soul…none of that smell ever left my nose.
Hey, the wishing well…looking cold tonight.
Nothing down there can feel the pain. nothing down there can forgive the crime.
Sing it soft. sing it low. sing it to your self. sing it all night.
We passed a jug with hands like lead…cast about as much shadow as the dead.
Hey, the wishing well…sing it soft and low.
I laid down there with a tone-deaf leech…came up swinging at a figure of speech.
Hey, the wishing well…looking mighty cold tonight.
Nothing down there can feel the pain. nothing down there can forgive the crime.
Sing it soft. sing it low. sing it to your self. sing it all night.