Текст песни Gavin Friday feat The Man Seezer - Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves

Each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard.
Some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word. The
coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword. Some
kill their love when they are young, some when they are old.
Some strangle with the hands of lust, some with the hands of
gold. The kindest use a knife because, the dead so soon grow
cold. Some love too little, some too long, some buy and other
sell. Some do the deed with so many tears, and some without a
sigh. For each man kills the thing he loves, yet each man does
not die.