Бывшая "Sixteen Tons". )
Не знаю, может, кто-нибудь до меня уже до этого додумался? эта дивная песенка подходит же идеально, ее даже переделывать нужно по-минимуму.)
Я совсем не Набоков, по-английски стехов писать не умею, так что извините за примитивность и ошибки (я уверен, что они там есть).
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Some people say a man is made outta mud
But Lord Voldemort’s made outta Potter’s blood
Pettigrew’s flesh and old Riddle’s bone
And his mind is twisted and his magic’s strong.
Refrain:
You killed sixteen muggles, what do you get
You’re getting old but still eating death
Still drinking gin, still fucking whores
You owe your soul to Lord Voldemort
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my wand and cast Stupefy
I killed sixteen muggles, I can kill many more
And Lord Voldemort said “Well, a-bless my soul!"
Ref.
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I blew up old Hogwarts, cast Lord Voldemort's sign
Cain’t no a headmaster make me walk the line
Ref.
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
Cruciatus to torture, Avada to kill
If the one don’t-a-get you then the other one will.
Ref.