The Vagabond’ Song

Once I was young and pretty guy
I had a lot of money and all I desire.
But I’m a fool, I have lost all I had - 
My life, my money and my bed.

Now I just spit on this [bad word] ground,
Thinking for long and looking around - 
Good life's behind, oh, if I could
Get back my past I swear I would.
 [bad word] 
But Now…
Street is my home, grass is [bad word] 
I am just a dirty, stinking thug,
Asking for change and one spare [bad word] And beating other bums for its last drag.

I’ve fallen to the ground, I’ve [bad word] all my wine,
I looked at people that saw just a dirty swine,
They saw a vagabond, not young and not too old,
Who's way must be so hard to hold.

Soon I will die of hunger and cold,
I did nothing wrong, its not my fault.
They won’t remember me, but I’ll never forget
about injustice of this world…
 [bad word]