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    Îáðàùåííûé Ñìåðòíûé Àâàòàð äëÿ DARK LIGHT
    Ðåãèñòðàöèÿ
    25.06.2009
    Àäðåñ
    Óêðàèíà
    Ñîîáùåíèé
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    Ñòðåëêà ñòèõè ïðîñòåíüêèå,íî âûðàæàþò ìîè íàñòîÿùèå ÷óâñòâà

    ß òî, ÷òî òû íåíàâèäèøü
    ß òî, áåç ÷åãî òû íå äûøèøü
    Òû ëþáèøü è èãíîðèðóåøü
    Êîãäà ìíå áîëüíî, äåëàåøü âèä, ÷òî íå âèäèøü

    Ñòîé, ÿ çà òîáîé íå óñïåâàþ!
    ß óñòàëà áåæàòü, ÿ íå ïîíèìàþ
    Åñëè ÿ óïàäó, òû ïîâåðíåøüñÿ?
    Òû ïîäàøü ðóêó èëè ïîñìååøüñÿ?

    Êîãäà òû ðÿäîì, ìíå õîëîäíî.
    Êîãäà òåáÿ íåò, ÿ ñõîæó ñ óìà.
    Ñêàæè, ÷òî ýòî çà ëþáîâü?
    Êîãäà, âñå ÷òî åñòü, ýòî òîëüêî áîëü

    Ðÿäîì ñ òîáîé - àä, íî ÿ íå õî÷ó ðàÿ.
    ß íå ñêðîþ ÷óâñòâ, òû ìîè ìûñëè çíàåøü
    Òÿæåëî áûòü ñ òîáîé, íî ÿ íå áðîñàþ
    Åñëè òû ñìåðòü, òî æèçíè ÿ íå æåëàþ.

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    ß íàáëþäàþ çà òåì,
    Êàê æèçíü ïðåâðàùàåòñÿ â àä.
    Íàñ áîëüøå íåò….
    Â ýòîì òû âèíîâàò.
    Íàøå ÷åðíîå íåáî
    Ïëà÷åò òîëüêî äëÿ íàñ.
    ß óìåðåòü áûëà ãîòîâà,
    Íî òû ïðèøåë è ñïàñ.
    Ñìîòðèøü ìíå â ãëàçà,
    È õî÷åøü óâèäåòü ÷òî-òî,
    Íî òàì íåò íè÷åãî,
    Æèçíü óíè÷òîæèë êòî-òî
    Äåíü ïðåâðàùàåòñÿ â íî÷ü,
    È íè÷òî íå ñìîæåò ïîìî÷ü.
    Âñå, ÷òî áûëî, ÿ ïîòåðÿëà,
    Âñå, ÷òî áóäåò, óæå ïîëîìàëà.
    À òû, âñå âèäåë, è íàñëàæäàëñÿ
    ß îøèáàëàñü, à òû óëûáàëñÿ.
    Íåîñòûâøàÿ êðîâü íà òâîèõ ãóáàõ.
    Òû ìîé âå÷íûé ñòðàõ…
    ß çàäûõàþñü îò áîëè
    Èç-çà òåáÿ ÿ óìðó…
    Áîëüøå âî ìíå íåò âîëè.
    ß óõîæó, ÿ áîëüøå òàê íå ìîãó.

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    When I die
    I’ll become a voice
    A voice in your head
    When I die
    I’ll become a rain
    A rain at your hands
    But just keep me in your memory
    Just little bit of me


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    Why it’s all so fucking hard
    Why you don’t see my broken heart
    I’m so tired from your truly lies
    Better close my eyes
    I don’t want to be in this place
    You can see it on my face
    I don’t want to be with you anymore
    I loved you but it’s was before
    Before your dumn lies



    I am so sick and tiered
    Of breathing every single day
    Without reason of being
    I am so sick of words that you said
    Too small too week too tiered
    To live to breathe this time
    And hours, which must heal, but its lie

    To me you lied
    I can’t hear this anymore
    I am young, but tiered
    To outstay your love


    Your love is stopping my heart beating
    I think I am here to suffering
    All these troubles just want to kill me
    And my wounds don’t stop bleeding
    Too small too week too tiered
    To live to breathe this time
    And hours, which must heal, but its lie


    To me you lied
    I can’t hear this anymore
    I am young, but tiered
    To outstay your love
    Ïîñëåäíèé ðàç ðåäàêòèðîâàëîñü DARK LIGHT; 11.12.2009 â 22:32.

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