English seven...

A fucking grey sky...
A fucking endless rain...
The only thing to do is to lie...
On my fucking bed again and again...

Sometimes I hate this fucking weather...
Sometimes...but not now...now It’s a great time...
To relax after a hard day and pull myself together...
And now I think I can find a rhyme...

In this fucking events...
Which happen with me every day...
I think my time soundless flies...
And this is good, because beautiful May...

Every day comes closer and closer...
When this weather will be gone...
But not now...now I think It’s chosen...
By the hand of the Fortune...and I have no place to run...

From it...but that’s great...
Now it’s a time for competitions...
And now I think my phsycho state...
On my every day success depends...

And that’s so cool to skate...
When it’s cloudly around...
But I still have nobody to date...
But maybe I haven’t crossed some bound?...

Which separates me from real life?...
So I have to wait for indefinite time...

And I’ll really do it...
I can...And I beleive in this...
So I’m addicting by bit...
And waiting for a plain kiss...