I couldn't care less.
Именно этим я занимался, когда пришёл домой, то есть просто хотелось написать... ну, или дописать.
не знаю, почему всегда получается грустно...
И мама вот тоже не знает.
I don’t want a thing to use,
I don’t want a thing to call it mine.
I’m always utterly confused
When staying eye to eye with phone lies.
Ashes to ashes and keep it to yourself,
You dial it, and you are given it
And if you want to feel it very well,
Just throw out everything that fits.
Distorted at the point of the truth
And humble to repeat in once again
You put it off and now we’re through
You have your own rain, I have my own rain.
And now if you want it very sharp
If you are sick of imitator tricks
Just dial it and don’t go far
Present yourself as strange, describe my self as weak.
***
Why does it happen?
Why does it always happen like that,
I’m never let reach the bottom.
Let’s take it in terms of a woman - a man,
Let’s taken it in terms of a heartslaughter.
Access denied
Access is always denied when I am only a step away
From loosing my faith in whatever I have it in
What if I am another lie
In the steamship harmony of the harlequins?
I’m off
Because I’m too choosing, too picking
In whom to distract and whom to dismay.
Another god in himself
I’m reaching for love in the ignorance bay.
Why does it happen,
That I’m always given the way out, the sign
And never let search on my own,
Am I too lucky to see,
Or am I too humble to be so utterly slow?
не знаю, почему всегда получается грустно...
И мама вот тоже не знает.
I don’t want a thing to use,
I don’t want a thing to call it mine.
I’m always utterly confused
When staying eye to eye with phone lies.
Ashes to ashes and keep it to yourself,
You dial it, and you are given it
And if you want to feel it very well,
Just throw out everything that fits.
Distorted at the point of the truth
And humble to repeat in once again
You put it off and now we’re through
You have your own rain, I have my own rain.
And now if you want it very sharp
If you are sick of imitator tricks
Just dial it and don’t go far
Present yourself as strange, describe my self as weak.
***
Why does it happen?
Why does it always happen like that,
I’m never let reach the bottom.
Let’s take it in terms of a woman - a man,
Let’s taken it in terms of a heartslaughter.
Access denied
Access is always denied when I am only a step away
From loosing my faith in whatever I have it in
What if I am another lie
In the steamship harmony of the harlequins?
I’m off
Because I’m too choosing, too picking
In whom to distract and whom to dismay.
Another god in himself
I’m reaching for love in the ignorance bay.
Why does it happen,
That I’m always given the way out, the sign
And never let search on my own,
Am I too lucky to see,
Or am I too humble to be so utterly slow?
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