I got tongue-tied as if I numb
why my environment seems deceitful.
Who am I? I do not even know what sadness does not give me peace,
that sadness haunts me day and night.
The old broken record in my heart, time does not warn ...
I see the dance of the old record through the mirror;
Time will not let you touch....
Those very days (your music still heals all my wounds)
Those very nights (your music still heals all my wounds)
Those very days (your music still heals all my wounds)
Those very nights (your music still heals all my wounds)
In the inexplicable abyss,
I cannot get to the answer:
Who am I? I do not even know what sadness does not give me peace,
that sadness haunts me day and night.
The old broken record in my heart,
Time does not warn...
I see the dance of the old record through the mirror;
Time will not let you touch...
Those very days (your music still heals all my wounds)
Those very nights (your music still heals all my wounds)
Those very days (your music still heals all my wounds)
Those very nights (your music still heals all my wounds)
Imagination pours through the ink - my house is in my head,
All I need is "old, ordinary ME"
I go back, but what is the point?
Here only I am against the time, prepare the battlefield!
The old record increasingly plays in my heart and does not let me escape,
I burn out from the inside when I see it's dusty condition,
I want to wipe it, but the stains are not removed,
And why now should I carry the corpse of happiness?
I urgently need a time machine.
The whisper was brighter than shouting, but I did not notice it.
There were truthful eyes, and now I have changed in a smile;
Hey, I need help, in my heart a lodging for the darkness,
Just do not say anything, every time I climb into the past at will,
And why every time when it comes to you, my breathing stops...?
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