Оригинален текст
p*ssing on a camp fire
with the morning coming close
breaking empty bottles
and laughing at the ghosts
laughing
sitting in the evening
in a cluster on the porch
recounting, man, were spinning
and laughing at the ghosts
laughing
p*ssing on a camp fire
with the morning coming close
breaking empty bottles
and laughing at the ghosts
laughing
sitting in the evening
in a cluster on the porch
recounting, man, were spinning
and laughing at the ghosts
laughing