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CVLD BLVVDED
Gimme a second to shake, And then I'll go to work, I'm gonna win today, Bring competitors down to the floor, No, they cannot get a head taller, I will hold the place, A spark in the eyes with fire, I definitely won't lose my face, Put on a mask n' go to the slaughter, Without losin' an ounce of pace, I go exclusively 'head and get higher, Composure with adrenaline runs through my veins, I'mma prophet, the pic' of the future's in my brain, Going to turn all enemies ínto red stain, Nothing can stop me evén a headache COVID-19/20/21 blew my brains out. Therefore, like a psycho, I'm talking nonsense and trying to find at least some sense in this although it doesn't even smell there. But every joke or fiction has a shred of truth... And this is no exception... (what I write)... Back on the ground from the top of the sky, Looking around LOOKING FOR MY LOST MIND, It can't be found, NO TRACE OF IT REMAINS, But my soul hurts, MY HEART BLEEDS N' BREAKS IN PAIN I'm cold-blooded to anything my hand touches, I burn enemies to ashes, I'm not the one who gives mercy, A knife in the back cuz of pity, No, I already went through this, I learn from mistakes my steps ain't thoughtless, I'm really apologize for my rudeness, But as for me, life is short and apologies are useless, You are nobody to me and this is true shit... I'm cold blooded because people made me this way... Who knows what I would be if there was harmony in the world?...
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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I Saw a Dream
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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