Angela, this world is a shit...
It is not worth of what you do!
It is not worth of who you are...
Angela, you always stay in the corner,
No one cares who you are...
No one cares what you do...
Angela, you gather flowers
Which you don't know to whom to give
And which wither so fast.
You are right...
The more I look at the world, the more you are right.
To respect only those whom you love
And to walk always barefoot!!!
And when Angela
Has asked to leave,
No one “of us”, no one and never has given to her even the lyre!
And when Angela
Has asked to die,
No one “of us”, no one and never has lent her a dagger.
Angela, we wanted you normal...
We wanted to mix you...we didn't know who you were...
You were so different,
It was enough for you to scream...the truth to everyone in the face,
To be taken for...a mad one!!!
You are right...
The more I look at the world, the more you are right.
To respect only those whom you love
And to walk always barefoot...
"Under a look of those who doesn't hear.”
And when Angela
Has asked to understand,
No one “of us”, no one and never could explain to her.
And when Angela
Has asked to kiss,
No one “of us”, no one and never
Has lent her lips.
No one “of us”, no one and never...has told her the truth...
The truth...the truth...
No one “of us”, no one and never...has told her about love..