Оригинален текст
And she doesn't want to press charges, my yellow cousin - ghost of a gypsy. drunk off the wine of pressed grapes, repressed screams of sun-shriveled raisins and their dreams interrupted by a manhood deferred. will she ever sober? or will they keep handing her glasses overflowing with the burden of knowing.
I never knew. never knew it could harm me, the ghost of a little girl in the desolate mansion of my manhood. i'm a man now. and then.. i remember, that i have been charged one million volts of change.