В колонках играет - For My Pain - Dancer in the Dark
Настроение сейчас - как после бессонной ночи))

Да, это уже научно доказано...бля...что плохо влияет на психику)))
И это только в моей больной фантазии могли родится такие ассоциации...
потянуло на творчество)). Кто не знает анлийского, лучше не беритесь переводить, запутаетесь шо я этим хотела сказать)))

The Endless Story...

In your eyes eternity was broken into slivers
And a river of your soul was dump...
In a harmony of chaos of your broken dreams
U are like a shiver on a wind

If u had a chance u'd better stop it all
But u have another weight of world
Our farewell will never stop the war
Contrary to us, against of love
And we were so in love affare and could tought the sky
But as words aparts we as a living childish dream
We are two wings but not a part of one


The endless story, well-knowing drama
To go to glory but keep alive

On a properties of all unwritten things we're done
Ever ravages of a war for u
All my forgotten tales came back because of u
A passion flared up the things we're done



The endless story,well-knowing drama
To go to glory but keep alive
u dont take me up, I never new u
But I remember your refirement of cruelty...
we tied to time...
...the angel of mine