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I will be by your side and I will be by your side.

Something better is surely ahead of us.

If you knew just how deeply
I feel the things you do
Then you'll know how completely
I'm counting on you.

Если бы ты знала, как глубоко
Я чувствую, что ты делаешь,
Тогда бы ты знала, что я полностью
Рассчитываю на тебя.

Make us human.

Thy bosom is endeard with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposd dead,
And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought burid.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone.
Their images I loved I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.




In your chest I hear your heart,
What I thought were hidden in the graves.
The beautiful features of your face
There is a glare of faces, once sweet heart.
I'm working on a lot of them shed tears,
Bowing prostrate at the stone coffin.
But apparently, the rock at the time they took -
And now we meet again.
You found his last shelter
I close and memorable person
And all of you with a bow give
My love wasted particles.
All dear in you I find
And all of you - all of them - belong!

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
Th'And moan the expense of many a vanished sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoand moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before:
But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.




When in the silence, in the silent Duma,
I trigger a memory of days gone
Mourn the passing of the pores happy
Still grieving over the shadows dear, -
When vlazhneyut withered eyes,
And, sadly yearning for friends
Hidden death in the gloomy night,
I raise the appearance of them in tears;
Then, the sadness of past sorrow,
I return them my love
As if my tears are they did not know
And waited to be mourned again...
But just remember the you, my dear,
All the past re-covered grave.

I buy my own things, I pay my own bills,
These diamond rings, my automobiles,
Everything I got, I bought it,
Boys can't buy my love, buy my love, yeah!




I buy things and pay their bills
Diamond rings, cars -
All that I have, I bought.
Guys my love buy now!

With things like "wisdom", I can't look forward;
There's no reason, so I keep rotting
If only things could be wound back.




Life is empty, no more to strive,
It is easier to rot away and not to worry.
Back in time still, to change.


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I've listened to preachers
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role.
Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words
Yeah!




I listened to preachers,
Listened to fools,
I saw all dismissed
Who came up with their own rules.
A man accustomed to the management and control,
The media fed this info and you play a role.
Wounds still hurt,
Bringing me to ecstasy,
Steal the rails on a crazy train.
I know that things are going exactly how you want
You have to listen to me.
Yes!

I find it hard to say the things I want to say the most




It's hard for me to say what I want to say the most.

Baby, do you understand me now?
Sometimes I feel a little mad.
Well don't you know that no-one alive
Can always be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to be bad.
I'm just a soul who's intentions are good.
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood!




Baby, do you understand me now?
Sometimes I feel a little crazy.
Well don't you know that no man
It may not always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad.
I'm just a soul with good intentions.
Oh God, please don't let me be misunderstood!

Do you remember
The things we used to say?
I feel so nervous
When I think of yesterday
How could I let things
Get to me so bad?
How did I let things get to me?
Like dying in the sun
Like dying in the sun Like dying...




Do you remember
What we talked about?
I'm so nervous,
When I think about yesterday.
How could I allow
To so sad result?
How did I let this happen?
It's like a death in the rays of the sun,
Death rays, Death rays,
It's like death...

They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head
I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said
They tell me I'm so humble, I say I'm turning red
They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled
They give so much to me, I'm losing touch get me?
Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds they just let me
They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade
Six feet off the ground at all times I think I'm feelin' odd
No matter what I make, they never see mistakes
Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake
They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above
The people blend together but I would be lost without their love.




They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head
I'll give them stories to tell my friends about what I said
I say that I am modest, I say blushing.
They allow me to lie to them and do not feel that they were misled
They give me so much, that I'm losing touch you know?
Served on a silver platter, ask for a second, I just allow it.
They tell me that I am God, I'm lost in this world.
Six feet from the ground I feel weird.
No matter what I do, they never see the errors
I make so much bread, I don't care what they are just pretending.
They tell me that they are following me and I'm acting like I'm above.
People come together, but I would be lost without their love.
(Telling me "You're special", I "no," wave back,
Persecution stories I tell so they could all
Telling me "Be humble", I hesitate to answer,
Let me lie to them, not thinking that this is nonsense,
So many gave me, lose touch, Oh no!
On a silver tray, he asked, she gave it to me
Telling me "You are my God," I lost face,
Above ground six feet, and I feel weird,
What I don't do the mistakes it is not important
How much kindness and no matter if everything is a lie
Say" We are inferior", I meet,
The mixed people. I would've been lost without their love.