I'm blind,couldn't see anything at all,
I wait,I cry and I screem,
And you don't hear when I call.
Around me darkness, no sun bim.
I drink wine and I'm alone,
I'm like a king without suite
And falling my golden throne
I'm dieing, no heart bit.
I fell like a small mouse,
I don't know may be it's well,
But my life becomes slaughter-house,
My life becoming red hell.
I was suck in the quag,
It's name simply- life
And I'm in it stuck
And in my back stuck's knife.
My heart is crystal clear,
Life-line is curve-line,
I just want you to be near,
I just want you to be mine.