Let me want me to be dreamed of
Let me want me to believe
I would take it so easy now...
See, the guiltiness is torn
Still you don't believe you're mourned
I wanna make you happy

That's what you're often tryin' to do -
All you memories are perfumed
Nothing else to hold you there
I'll try to help you
I'll die to be grateful to you..

All my memories had tures to dust
All my wishes have turned to lust

All that I've loved has turned to cross
just let me know it ain't too coarse
Let me know it when turns to death
(c)Максим Нижегородов