( - Girls.. you know, I love them.. I love and I hate them, do you understand me? I love and I hate..
- Isn't it always like this? )
Is it written by destiny?
Let my all sins wiped up, I am on the streets of drama in direction of the bridge.
I were the sadness, you have chosen me.
Do my last favors reach me?
I didn’t look for anybody to find my Snow White
You were my face made me grieved.
Verse 1
Life experience is the youth form of my baby who is brought up on my arms.
Who has torn my portraits?
You can not leave my platonic children from my '' stay corners ''
I keep swimming in the deepness of turquoise I created
I am afraid; I am the voyager of the caisson disease in the intoxication of depth.
Your eternity did not recognize me, my loneliness is stormy.
The puppets are in the basket, take out their egos!
Is my rebellious spirit really late for tomorrow, tell me?
I am domestic these days.
In the inconvenience of ''yourfish'' I am in thinking shifts.*
Paces back and forth a shift worker.
It's time to shift, I lost the unique gifts of my dreams in midnight.
My secrets are hidden inside me, my ambitions took cover inside me.
My bullets in the arsenal are over, maybe that’s why I feel fear
Don’t let my hopes to be defeated by the cancer
Put my cells where they belong, there is no excuse for helplessness.
The language of a liar is always liarish **
Are the truths I have put to my hook palaver?
There is no joke about this quip, mankind is cadaver.
The wand of the poet is on his hand ‘’ abra cadabra! ‘’
VERSE 2
The streets of drama are stony and comes black-browed
Why the friendships are based on one interest at least?
My ripped heart is patchy.
The price of my friends are so high, it is tough to repay all bills
within living memory.
Nowadays Snow White is in tears.
Within my apology, the accused is fettered.
Even so, my feelings inside my possession is alive.
I suppose the last time, I am downed in the mouth
From my point of view everything was affectations.
Commandos of invasion covered my body
My soldiers were unarmed that’s why my castles tore in a limited time
My black list is legible, results are poignant.
I have divorced my Love in the last case, I have smoothed all the wrinkles
with my backhand
Under construction all of my heart’s white houses
Old rocky child has broken his all toys he loves!