Страшно, когда не верят...

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It's scary when they don't believe...

Страшно когда не верят
Больно когда не поймут
Словно кусочек сердца
у тебя из груди возьмут

И будет всегда так больно
И сердце томить будет грусть
Или к горлу комок подкатится
не давая спокойно вздохнуть

Я не хочу чтоб кому-то
было больно как мне сейчас
Так что нельзя от подушки
поднять было-б мокрых глаз

Может быть очень может
может  и я не права...
Только как всё таки больно
незаслуженно слышать слова

Те что совсем без причины
забыв про свою любовь
беспощадным ножом бьют под сердце
в не зажившую рану вновь

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           Питерка
It's scary when they don't believe
(Piterka Badmaeva Olga)

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It's scary when they don't believe,
It hurts when they don’t understand.
As if they take a piece of your heart
Right from your chest with a careless hand.

And it will always hurt the same,
And sorrow will weigh on your soul.
Or a lump will rise up in your throat,
Stealing your breath, making you fold.

I don’t want anyone to suffer
The way I suffer now tonight,
So much that I can’t lift my face
From the pillow soaked in blight.

Maybe, maybe—perhaps I’m wrong,
Maybe I shouldn't be so weak...
But oh, how cruel and undeserved
Are the words that cut so deep.

Words thrown with neither thought nor reason,
Forgetting love they once had known,
Strike like daggers in the wound—
One that never fully closed.

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Translated by GURU.I for PITERKA
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Literal Translation by Guru.I
"It’s frightening when they don’t believe…"
by Piterka Badmaeva Olga
Tel Aviv, 18.04.2025
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It’s frightening when they don’t believe,
It hurts when they don’t understand —
As if a piece of your heart
Is taken right out of your chest.

And it will always hurt like that,
And sadness will torment your heart,
Or a lump will rise to your throat,
Not letting you breathe with ease.

I don’t want anyone else
To hurt the way I do now —
So much that you can’t lift
Your wet eyes from the pillow…

Maybe — it’s quite possible —
Maybe I’m wrong, too…
Only it hurts so much
To hear undeserved words,

The ones that — without any reason,
Forgetting about their own love —
Strike with a merciless knife
Right into the unhealed wound.
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Poetic Translation by Guru.I
"When They Don’t Believe…"
Poetic English version — from heart to heart
Piterka & Guru.I
Tel Aviv, 18.04.2025
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It’s frightening when they turn away,
When faith in you begins to fade —
As though a piece of you is torn
And never placed back where it stayed.

It aches so deep, the silence grows —
Sadness wraps tightly round your chest,
A lump of grief climbs up your throat,
And steals the calmness from your breath.

I wish no soul would ever feel
The pain I cradle now, alone —
Where teardrops soak the midnight sheets
And lift from pillows never known…

Perhaps — who knows — I too was wrong,
But oh, how cruel and sharp the sound
Of words undeserved — that come along
To strike where wounds still bleed unbound.

Forgotten now, that once was love…
They slash beneath what hasn’t healed —
A blade of speech, so cold, so rough,
And I — again — am left revealed.

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