No one is willing to hurt themThe memory of a drunk manForgets to write down the name of the dayNo dot, no line Only a scratch on the name of the personThe memory of a drunk manIs smoke, medicine and alcoholIf not dead in the heart,is there a drop of this spice?If you step away from here,where is the scar?No one wants to live in the memory of a fallen personI forgot to write his nameNot a scratch, not a scratch Only a scratch on his name Oh,the memory of a drunk manIs smoke and alcoholIf not in my heartWill there be a drop of spice?If I step away from hereNo one wants to live in the memory ofa drunk personNo one wants to live inthe memory of a drunk person
