О тебе [O tebe] [English translation]

Everything's difficult... but how simple can it be?

Half-alive and half-dead, it's the same thing...

Half-truth, the same, as half-lies... and

You are lost, if you live in the half-past.

Wandered the streets, the alleys,

I of the midnight, I'm a loner

I'm half mine, and half yours,

But since I'm half yours,

You double, all in you, understand that

Since what's mine is yours, that's how it is

I'm not myself, but when the knife's under the heart

It doesn't matter why it's there, on purpose, or by recklessness

It's there... it's how it is. And it's a fact. And it hurts, fuck!

But for you it's nothing... and it's too a fact...

The trees, which are rich with fruits, lower their heads

My richness was you, remaining humble, but

You with a cut to the cheeks, I'm half-believing

Half-discerned... and everywhere those... half-measures

I'm half-happy... you take part too...

In my life a bit more...

Call there more...

Write me "hello..."

In the mornings... at least every other day...

And if you're too lazy for five letter words,

Then just "hey..."

Or on the holidays

Congratulate... with a short message...

Not thinking too much, for my head banalities

Are more than enough, and with it, like with you:

I don't go along well, if we meet, then by chance...

I did not go cold:

I was sleeping and thinking about you

Waking up and thinking about you

Like my fingers over you

Like your lips about me, words of love in the phone...

And have you missed my even a bit...?

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And if you...

Enter my house a bride, sometime, hidden

Come with cake

And we'll go out with coffee to the balcony

And if the thunder booms...

Pummeling the earth with pouring rain

The we'll together...

Run barefoot through the puddles...

You'll take off the heels, and I my shoes...

And with bare feet...

I know: it'll all come back, sooner or later

Above my bed - your photo, and above yours - somebody's poster

You'll take off the heels, and I my shoes, with bare feet

We'll run through the puddles, like we were growing up

I know: it'll all come back, sooner or later

Above my bed - your photo, and above yours - somebody's poster

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I decided for myself last Tuesday...

That I'll change to the root...

I had enough till Wednesday, and except

For that, absurdly, apparently, but I miss the fights...

Again I will miss, from and to me

Please understand me... I'm not pressing your pity, but

I lack this: eat my brain out, please...

Make it softer... call me "masey"

It makes me mad again, but I agree now,

Just to hear your voice... after lunch

You kissed my lips, instead of the desert

You're the whole world for me... I hugged the whole world

And was strong, and now what? Look...

I did not go cold:

I was sleeping and thinking about you

Waking up and thinking about you

Like my fingers over you

Like your lips about me, words of love in the phone...

And have you missed my even a bit...?