style="font-size:15px;"> Часть 1. A Story Without an End (История без окончания)
Нефильтрованные эмоции, романтические переживания и любовные разочарования
A Story Without an End
"Me, love and you… Three halves of something whole,
If one is missing, everything is clear."
These words can paint the sorrow in my soul
But once bright colors fade away in years.
I haven't found my peace within your arms,
Forgotten dreams are turning into fear
Of someone else's charm.
I give you everything I have and treasure
But I have nothing. Love is nothing, too.
Love's non-existing, as it has no measure.
I've lost my faith in it. But not in you.
This verse is just another ode to Pothos* —
The guise of my own heart-wrecked destiny.
I still believe in faith, but is it worth it?
Fate's given up on me.
I have convinced us both the feeling faded,
And it is a deceptive honest lie.
At least, I – devastated, torn and jaded —
Was truly independent in your eyes.
If love's opposed to freedom that's in dreaming,
Then love and dreams don't make one sacred whole.
And so, my past completely lost its meaning…
If I exist – and had this past at all.
*Pothos (рус. Пафос) – сын Пигмалиона и его ожившей скульптуры Галатеи, древнегреческий бог любви и страсти
Not Now
In silence my lips have been drawing the shapes
Of phrases, so vague and deprived of a meaning.
My dreams are about to find an escape
To where the end always meets the beginning.
My black and white fears have got an excuse:
I still have the world – in my heart and around.
I'm no longer free – I have something to lose.
The more I deny that my freedom has bounds,
The better I see them, the more my heart frets.
The twilight has failed to appease me somehow.
I'll lose it all soon, but I'll never regret.
My lips keep repeating: "Not me, not right now".
Scarred
It is just another sleepless night,
It's the breath of spring that we await.
One more gulp of wine, and I'm all right,
One more secret till it's way too late.
One more song for no one's reached your ears,
But you think it's happened by mistake.
Every now and then you see me near,
But you've got another heart to break.
I'm a lover, killed by you for good,
I'm the endless beauty you can't face,
I'm the myth you've never understood,
I'm the pill no spirits can replace.
I'm your muse and demon, I'm your pride,
I'm the word that's missing in your song,
I still feel like I'm a scar you hide,
Otherwise you'd tell me I am wrong.
Invisible Scars
The poison of spring has dissolved in my veins;
A second is worth both my future and past.
The more I denied my becoming insane,
The sooner insanity touched me at last.
The silence we hear is the laugh of my fate,
The soundless laugh at the one I forgot —
The yesterday's me – and the force to create
The life I portrayed. But it's less than I've got.
I love the invisible scars of my skin —
The blades of your hands are so tempting, indeed.
These words I give birth to just come from within,
Revealing the truth till the scars start to bleed.
Fate and Fortune
This northern city with headlights-eyes
Has buried me in its cold and gloom;
You'll see this place in a dreadful guise,
And once sweet home will seem a tomb
Once
