Оригинален текст
This hand on this gun to my head is my own
and these are my demands:
If you leave me, take me with you, I am nothing without you.
People who need people are the wretchedest in the world.
This hand on this gun to my head is my own
and these are my demands:
If you leave me, take me with you, I am nothing without you.
People who need people are the wretchedest in the world.