Singer: LSP. Page 1

While an ordinary boy
Believes the change is good change.
From an ordinary girl in an embrace goes
Counting his half of it.

Marry to multiply widows,
Born slaves for those who have plenty.
I asked the question: "Who are you?"
They answered grinning: "who are you? New?

I lost my raft, I wave brings!
The sky in my eyes, and not care at all.
The wind, ride the wave, so I swam faster;
Maybe I can get back everything that I loved.

I was so lonely on this holiday of life.
Music played, my lady was a wall.
Your white dance like shock hit me,
And we are now together and forever.

You and I are more than friends,
Because I am yours and you are mine.

Or maybe just to get lost? However, as millions...

And if even heaven had given me another chance
I would once again ran up the floors...

In the castle hear the key clumsily and the door will protect
From spotlights that rip you a secret,
From the cheerful songs, hiding your tears,
From others that came here by accident,
The scene where all too serious.
But you love to suffer spotlights,
Music, money, other people's hands
And, of course, will not give me the key.

She screams "enough", but not enough for me.

Tomorrow again, we barely Wake up
Another day, another day, another day,
But you should know that it's not always will be -
We can Wake up anywhere.

We are not Romeo and Juliet, not with Bonnie and Clyde -
We are far away even before Sid and Nancy.
We are only this room is the color of asphalt,
And unfinished lyrics of that song about how...

I wanted to paint the world in bright colors
But my watercolors were poisonous water.
I knew all chances along the way lost;
But again and again the paint on the sheet is rubbed.
At least for you, my little pale Princess
Digging the grave, enjoying the process;
And now, I'm glad, frankly,
That for two it's got plenty of space.

Whatever you are called
We conquer and destroy you.
Remember.

I'm not scared in a cage, scared to die,
But still we love these streets.
With their black-and-white range in which we
Burn themselves for the sake of these streets and
We continue to see colored dreams.