And for this world I have retort -
My run is not like endless sport,
In love and peace I want resort!
I've seen them all, I've met a lot,
But chosen one I've found not.
I've grown strong, earn more money...
I'm still alone ... is that but funny?!
I want to love, enough of tortures,
Enough of endless, useless searches!
Enough of pain for the heart
And throw away that fucked regard!
Enough of quirks, my buggy mind,
The one I want I'll never find!
Her image died so long ago...
I cannot find her in the Row!
They are all busy, or have man,
This but repeats for now and then,
They disappeared all in mist
And left me with my tears to feast.
I've talked them all, I've seen a lot,
I've left my hopes for now to rot
And only pain I've got,
But chosen one I've found not...
No one care
Stop crying now, there is no one
To help you, man, they all but gone,
They disappeared with the wind,
Theirs empathy you shall not find.
You see it now? You’re left alone,
Your so-called 'friends' were quickly gone,
And so-called 'love' abandoned you,
Devoted ones ... they are so few.
Strong-willed men ... do they exist?
There is but one, the very least.
You know this one - this one is you,
You wanted more? No, they are few.
You wanted friend? Accept your rival.
You wanted sun? Yours day is nival.
You wanted help? You'll get no one.
Accept, that, man - you'll find it fun.
You hoped for trust? You'll find suspicion.
Your eyes are clear? They'll dim your vision.
You struggled for freedom? You are bound
And understanding won't be found.
No one cares of the others
No one sees us, men, as brothers,
No one's willing to escape
Bonds of hatred, minds of slave.
You'll find it fun one lonely day
To see those heartless as live's prey,
Theirs shadows dim the light of sun
For their hearts are in the run.
No love - but a despair, you'll learn one day - that's fair,
It must be diamond-rare for no one truly care...
Difference
I see myself between the two -
But one is false, and one is true,
For one is night and one is day
No matter what the others say.
The first is silent, first is cold,
One needs to be both hot and bold
To dare melt that icy heart.
Will you succeed? Go try it, but...
The second is both warm and kind,
It may be not so sharp in mind,
It may be not so swift in tongue -
But it had never-ever stung.
The first is like secular lioness -
It is the grace, it is the finesse,
It is the beautiful snowflake …
But what one's hands with it will make?
