| Let’s don’t talk about my soul | Let us not trespass the labyrinth of my soul, |
| I just really want to walk away | For now I wish to vanish on the wind, |
| My happiness is stolen | My joy, a thief’s shadow, vanished whole, |
| Can anybody show me way | Who holds a lantern—show me where to begin, |
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| To place where I belong? | Toward the country where I bear my name? |
| Only false I’ve never heard the truth | I have supped on falsehoods, the truth withheld, |
| Deep inside I know that | But deep within, a secret voice proclaims— |
| I’m not an empty book (wow) | I am no palimpsest, but pages yet unquelled (ah) |
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| Every time I got my future | Each time I seize the promise of my days, |
| I’m gonna felt so low | A weight of lead drags me beneath the tide, |
| Every time I cut the rainbow | Each time I rend the spectrum’s silk in haze, |
| I deserve just fog | Mist is my earning—rainbows denied. |
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| Every time when we're together | Each meeting finds our boundaries unmade, |
| We just take of our clothes | We leave our masquerades as skin and shell, |
| Every night I tried to forget it | Each night, I strive to let the memory fade, |
| But I can’t no more | But this forgetting is a haunted well. |
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| I feel like I just touching the sky | I feel I brush the threshold of the sky, |
| Nothing behind give me some time | With nothing left behind—let me delay, |
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| То ли до небес нам, себя береги | Perhaps we’ll soar to heaven—guard yourself, my dear, |
| Силы накопили, вроде бы, но скисли | Strength once amassed dissolves, an unused store, |
| Там нависло зло, и причудливая | There, evil clings, grotesque as fever’s leer, |
| Дума-негодяйка путала мысли | Wicked musings tangle thoughts evermore. |
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| Том накатали за любовь актрисы | A tome inscribed for actresses’ deceit, |
| Мне говорят стерегут под бит сей | I’m told they guard me, hidden by this sound, |
| Свои досуги, но с*ки обманывают | Their idle hours—their lies, a cunning suite. |
| Ущипни меня быстро | Pinch me, swift, lest I be spellbound. |
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| Энное время несёт меня вдаль | Unnamed hours ferry me away, |
| Моя подруга забыла печаль | My friend has let her sorrows disappear, |
| И на кон с перепугу мы ставили всё | We wagered all in a storm-born ballet, |
| И про***вали этот злой календарь | And lost it all upon a cursed year. |
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| Н***рок ковырял судьбу, рисковал | A bastard fate, I picked, I tempted chance, |
| Попивал да покуривал - и меры не знал | Drank and smoked, boundaries unknown, |
| Убивая себя яблоками раздора | Poisoned by apples of discord’s dance, |
| Я дарил этот кач головам | I gifted this wild sway to every head I’d known. |
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| Надейся вновь ты на Бога | Put faith in heaven once again, my dove, |
| Но и сам тут не плошай | Yet do not falter—brave your path alone, |
| Иначе боком обернётся тебе дорога | Or the road will coil and strike, not love. |
| Кому-то мало, кому-то много | For some it’s lacking, for others, overgrown. |
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| Сердобольные недотроги | Compassion’s touch-me-nots, |
| Меня ласкали, да без упрёков | They stroked me, never casting stones, |
| И безупречными мне казались | And flawless, every gesture that I got, |
| Зубы-добер, я глуп и добр | Teeth sharp and mild—I am foolish and alone. |
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| I feel like i just touching the sky | I feel I brush the threshold of the sky, |
| Nothing behind give me some time | With nothing left behind—let me delay, |
| I feel like i just touching the sky | I feel I brush the threshold of the sky, |
| Nothing behind give me some time | With nothing left behind—let me delay, |
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| Надейся вновь ты на Бога | Put faith in heaven once again, my dove, |
| Но и сам тут не плошай | Yet do not falter—brave your path alone, |
| Иначе боком обернётся тебе дорога | Or the road will coil and strike, not love. |
| Кому-то мало, кому-то много | For some it’s lacking, for others, overgrown. |
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| Сердобольные недотроги | Compassion’s touch-me-nots, |
| Меня ласкали, да без упрёков | They stroked me, never casting stones, |
| И безупречными мне казались | And flawless, every gesture that I got, |
| Зубы-добер, я глуп и добр | Teeth sharp and mild—I am foolish and alone. |