It won’t be about you.
The last smile I will light,
It won’t be for you.
Because I hate your self-destruction,
I hate it when you say it’s okay.
Your love is the lowest kind of attraction,
Because you’ve made me a prey!
And the last song I will write,
It won’t be about you.
The last smile I will light,
It won’t be for you.
The last song I will perform,
It won’t be seeing by you.
I’m gonna do it all with my own
And I bet it won’t be with you.
Oh, no…
Oh, no…
And I bet it won’t be with you.
Oh, no…
Oh, no…
And I bet it won’t be with you.
The last song I will write,
It won’t be about you.
The last smile I will light,
It won’t be for you.
Any love
You don’t know what will happen on any other day.
You can’t guess if it will happen even now, today.
You’re not a fortune teller and I’m not a seer.
Life goes on and we turn the fortune wheel.
Oh, it’s a past, oh, it’s a present.
Honey, you’re my birthday present.
Butterflies, sunny skies,
Tea for two or coffee too…
In any way enough,
If there’s any love.
I feel much happier every time or day,
You’re perfect for me, like green-eyed May.
Welcome to my family, I hope they welcomed you,
Because I’m fascinated just by the fact that I love you.
Oh, it’s a past, oh, it’s a present.
Honey, you’re my birthday present.
Butterflies, sunny skies,
Tea for two or coffee too…
In any way enough,
If there’s any love.
In any way enough,
If there’s any love.
If there’s any love.
Fighting with the moonlight
Fighting with the moonlight,
Blinding like a daylight,
Fire lives in the heart of mine.
It's sought as a treasure,
It flattens under pressure,
Moon is a source of goldmine.
It elevates me so high.
Fame isn't worth your crying,
Don't sell your life for money,
Cause true love is not bought.
In Honor of the Fallen
Angels and my glory
I destroyed it all, just like I thought.
There was no need to be burned.
I'm sorry to everybody,
Who I make that muddy,
Who should rust with me.
I feel bad, I'm sorry,
Well, my family's worry.
But I want to run with it.
And let the fire hit.
This time it’s a whiny June.
My violin is out of tune,
Jumping on my broken strings.
And here I am alone,
Confused little girl.
Living her head-off dreams.
Can you pick up the phone, please?
It's you, it's me, it's our dream.
And don't treat me rough, please,
I'll try again, but I'm afraid to lose.
Once is not enough, two is overuse.
Can you please help me?
Alone I just can't make it…
Alone I just can't make it…
Alone I just can't make it…
Weak-willed prey
My heart is aching,
My love is breaking.
My grief is taking control.
My mind is blowing,
My strength is lower,
My sword is stolen, that's all.
So, give me a ring of power,
And let me be your goddamn lover.
Tell me, where to go, on which road?
For you I've fought and shed my blood.
A self-destruct mission that I'm trying to complete.
Suffering and pleasure are in my script.
It's a pity that I'm not the hero of a fairy tale.
I am not a hunter, not a weak-willed prey.
My knees are shaking,
Feel completely naked,
My dreams are making me hurt.
My pain is growing,
My body's drowning,
I know I'm going to be bored
So, give me a ring of power,
And let me be your goddamn lover.
Tell me, where to go, on which road?
For you I've fought and shed my blood.
A self-destruct mission that I'm trying to complete.
Suffering and pleasure are in my script.
It's a pity that I'm not the hero of a fairy tale.
I am not a hunter, not a weak-willed prey.
My heart is dying,
At least I'm trying
But I'll never be loved by you,
Your soul is crying.
It's sold for money.
That's why you're dying, too
So, give me a ring of power,
And let me be your goddamn lover.
Tell me, where to go, on which road?
For you I've fought and shed my blood.
A self-destruct mission that I'm trying to complete.
Suffering and pleasure are in my script.
It's a pity that I'm not the hero of a fairy tale.
I am not a hunter, not a weak-willed prey
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Спасибо, дорогой читатель, за то, что ты добрался до конца этого сборника. Вероятно, что-то тебе понравилось, что-то нет, а что-то ты, сам того не заметив, запомнишь на всю жизнь…