Sing a song of bitter indulgence
Then ring the bell,
saying sorry for your incompetence
Take out the life of anything you can't find with your name
Take out the heart of those who loved you,
leaving them with shame
And you still say they're to blame
Turn the gun twards the sun and let the light fade from your eyes
Let the darkness be your desquise
Your true face you wish they'll never recognize
Now in the midst of their pain
you do what you can to strengthen the rain,
at leaste you have something to gain
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I would like to translate this poem