I’m sick, I’m feeling bad, I’m dying…
Nobody noticed me denying.
I use the blade as sweet as kisses,
When dreams are broken into pieces.
I can’t forget your entertainment…
A so will you: it’s time for payment.
I cried for love – now it deceases,
And dreams are broken into pieces.
Don’t be ridiculous, you’re liar!
You’ve set my riff-raff soul on fire!
You disappear – so, good riddance!
Forget me, do as you are bidden!
Bewilder them, not me, be careful…
Don’t laugh, don’t speak as you’re a fool.
The crowd won’t forget your misses.
You dreams will broke you into pieces.
Dreams
© Copyright: Омега, 2004
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