I hope that my name was printed on heart,
On your far thoughts or on your unreachable hands.
;Don't call me "my dear", don't call me "sweetheart"-
Any consolation effect on me as a bangs
;Don't worry with me, I still bear it now
;As fury, like poison I restored again
All this waves for me just clear know-how,
I'm feeling a changes. Oh, I'm feeling it now, man
I hope that my voice will turn into ice
And my pain and my sorrow will turn into dust.
Just look in my face, just look in my eyes-
I paint on your face a grimace like a truth.
This is a reckless breach. It's a reckless height.
It's time for final speech. It's time for our flight.
;
I'm sick of being a pacifier, what I'm doing right?
We can not stop while running. It's a reckless height.
I ask that take us seriously. What we do so wrong?
I don't expect the weather with your reckless song.
Reckless Height
© Copyright: Саша Отраднова, 2011
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