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every thought multiplies…
and manifests
the saddest scene of our gilded youth.
as if god stood on my chest

As a young man,
I was always obsessed
By melancholy.
I saw deep sadness

One summer’s eve in Spain,
I fled through an open window,
Butterflies aflight
In the very pit of me,

Я звоню тебе в полшестого,
И пишу на мобильный настойчиво...
Добавляется новое слово -
Аморальная квазиустойчивость.

I used to be like you when I was your age.
It was more than desperation to get out of the cage.
I wanted to grow up; I wanted to rush.
But I have never ever learned the cons of giving trust.

Your touch is an artifact,
A magical sigil
With a crucial effect,
A passion immense

Стань таким, яким бажаю тебе бачити -
І танцюй, себе не стримуючи.
Нам потрібні конфіденційні побачення,
Де твої очі під окулярами стикаються з моїми римами.

I carry songs within my heart,
I carry notes in my bright mind,
I look for dreams, and when they start,
I hear these melodies refined.

Soon after I’d paid
My sixty
Or seventy pence,
I found myself

Якщо не можеш нічого вдіяти з цим коханням,
Чорти б його забирали,
Що воно "підвішує" твою операційну систему,
Мов величезний експлойт,

The disco is smoking hot,
Your playful look
Is beyond compare,
You came here to dance

I got into my wildest fantasy several times.
I thought about escape and I thought about wicked crimes.
The infatuation I had for Reaper’s pill brought me to a new place.
I’ve been away from my norm for a thousand days.

I go back,
Though sometimes it’s filled with pain,
I go back,
’Cos nothing will be the same,’