Anna Kudasheva. Big eyes (№ 376596)

I'm you. You are me.
I don't want to lose himself.
In these scenes of pure sadness,
They are my essence,
my whole essence.
You're passion, insatiable shadow
Instead of the soul you got the money
And all the desires of the lowly,
They have no prices.
For wealth you sold me
Betrayed, ridiculed, traded.
But true to himself in a high price.
Lord, save, save
and leave my soul
me.