My freedom

when you come to die a second time, a stranger in the room of glass
eternal fire dies under your heart, and tenth wave whips you on the eyes
let go of me, let me go, my freedom--
i'll come back through backdoor right by dawn
open doors, and let the crucified inside--
let go of me, this soul all patched up
i didn't leave, i only turned away--forgive me for this heavy fog
it's boring here, empty, bright and gray--in world of lies lie lives alone
that i'm unloving and unloved inside these crucified silent walls
i'm sorry, please let me pass by--i don't think we should be too close
let go of me, let me go, my freedom--
i'll come back through backdoor right by dawn
open doors, and let the crucified inside--
let go of me, this soul all patched up
as if the death lurks in the dark, as if it roams this dark court
the fires burn, the show must start--but i can't find those tarty words
the second death isn't half as bad, when all the world's an orphaned land
so drink and sing with me till end, i'll later meet the third death

original--"Моя Свобода", Игорь Резник/гр. Псевдоним