Колыбель Филта все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.
Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time,
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole.
The sands of time for me are running low.

When the priest comes to read me the last rites,
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world, that has gone very wrong for me.