n language as I did
I need a table with columns and rows
to help me
put the thoughts in where they belong
Anywhere, please
But not in my head
The noise is so loud I can’t go to bed
When I was a girl
I travelled the world
Searching for something
Searching for something
that nobody knows
Some time has passed
I feel like I’m lost
Needing somebody
Needing somebody
Who was in the past
Life brings you surprises
Let’s find where sunrise is
Guess who’s the wisest?
Let them be.
I ain’t getting better
Wrote you that letter
I thought it would rescue me,
I knew it could have rescued me
one or two fingers
touching me
forwards and backwards
multiple orgasms
are the ultimate words
When all the strings inside you break
And no one knows what you’re going through
There’s so much pain for one to take
I wish that one could give you a hug or two
So much metaphorical dirt and mud
You were my precious Achilles heel
After all these exes had sucked my blood
I put my favorite song and took a pill
They keep asking why
and where I’ve been
what time is it?
I say: kill me o’clock
I’m good with Irish goodbye
Please, don’t make a scene
and later we’ll see
who’s gonna rock
Listening to you song, drowning in your arms
It’s been a long time, long, since I played the drums
It’s been a hard time, hard, since you set me free
I didn’t see it coming and now I can’t breathe
It is already spring
Gimme a ring
I will pick up
To tell ya
About one more fuckup and failure
that life threw at me
There’s no one string
Inside
Left unbroken
Now guess who’s talking
Once closest now fake
Bring my old self back
I’m tired of bad luck stalking
In between
There ain’t just black and white, you say
But we’ve been through this twice
Unless you stay, spare the room
For better people in our lives
Russian poetic translation:
Говоришь, жизнь – не только черное и белое
Мы это уже проходили
Если не остаёшься, то уходи
Пока мне не надоело
Rhythm is a dancer.
Rhyme is all I got here.
Love is always answer
To yours what I do fear.
***
My body craves for touching yours,
I’ll get insane when it occurs.
Your hot’n’cold stare makes me numb,
Cannot but wait for you to come.
***
I’m fearful of the very thought of you,
Cuz nothing’s changed since Sunday morning came.
And only God knows when you say «I love you’,
I feel unsure of my reply’s the same
First things first but
cravings are on top
You think it won’t get better soon
Keep your eyes on
the prize when you feel low
Never mind giving in
Now I’m a spent firework;
but, jeez, at least,
I’ve been one
That’s how I live:
I come and go
no run is no fun
no fun
Inspired by David Mitchel, Cloud Atlas
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