Important things are going to be told.
I think it’s time, I think you’re ready now.
I’ve never thought this love might be so cold.
It’s rather hard to say to you, somehow.
All of your games and strangest moments.
Seemed really stupid for my friends.
Traumatic search for someone honest.
Was phase to come in someone’s hands.
With fear of love, I know you’ll hide.
The first of your emotion’s choice.
The way of life you’ve ever tried.
Was greatest chance to play the toys.
Our life is masquerade, you know.
The kind of mask depends on mood.
So many whims you used to show.
You know you can, you think you should.
We’ll meet again just for embrace.
But eyes will say much more, they’ll do.
You know, you’ll never win my race.
And game of lie’s such fun for you.
Your smiling face seems so untrue.
The kindest voice with cruelest plan.
I’ve never planned to laugh at you.
But now I think I really can………
Русская версия этого стиха от Лин Кей:
http://stihi.ru/2011/03/06/3919