чужие мысли - они, как безнадёжный больной: можно поэкспериментировать, хуже всё равно не сделаешь.



There's just a tool

But an important one

I was a fool

Ignoring rays of sun



I've changed my mind

I do it every day

Escaping links that bind

And hiding in dismay



Thank you now this once

For all your deeds to me

I'm happy for one glance

I'm happy for your glee.



Forgive me if you can

For heavy moodiness

And ressurect me then

Sincerely with your bless