Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Not Sorry, artist - Kirlian Camera. Album song Nightglory, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 27.10.2011
Record label: Out of Line
Song language: English
I'm Not Sorry |
Many years ago a child was born |
in a cage filled with senseless scorn |
and the first day he went to school |
he soon realized he had to do with fools. |
All of the classmates had no doubts at all, |
he was a real danger for such brilliant club. |
So, after a while the teacher too |
began to cut him off from her cool classroom. |
And the lawns were flowering in the magic springtime air |
no one could ever imagine that the grey hand of despair |
was about to take our hero in its arms and after that |
the world wouldn’t have been the same any longer, any more. |
I remember that a little girl went on the swings |
and the horizon was a legend flood with flaming rays. |
Every echo, every whisper had a charming paint to show off, |
but a twist of fate laid in ambush in that enchanted world. |
After some time the boy realized |
music was the only thing able to drive |
his days to that shiny wonderland |
he was dreaming about… in his battered bed. |
So he started writing bizarre tunes, |
months and years were passing under the fair moon, |
while squirrels and fireflies scampered 'round |
and the boy was setting his debut show for 'em, proud. |
Then, one day, the lizard postman rang of the door bell, |
finally an agreement came from a major and you can |
you can easily imagine how happy the child was, |
all his efforts went to get. |
such a glittering snappy award! |
After a few years a bad sensation gained ground |
was it just a nightmare or a merciless bell’s sound? |
He realized that all the members of his label had worn a mask |
as in real they were the guys he met in the schooldays past. |
So he killed them all in a good mood, |
then he got back to the magic wood. |
Every night a song from the death row… |
squirrels, fireflies and the young girl didn’t let him alone |
«I'm not sorry» (6) |
while they’re waiting with a tender smile their last dawn. |