Please let me make mistakes my own way
And let correct them all as well
I am about to spend a sad day
Singing the song “Michele my belle”
Stereotype is my rejection
I always search for ray of light
Today i’m full of love and passion
Tomorrow i will swear and fight
It’s my prerogative to be so risky
I like to be on a knife-edge
And I don’t need the Russian whisky
To overcome the outrage.
Your gossip, flattery and sweet lie,
Your all unspeakable bad words
For me will be a butterfly
I cry no more, it doesn’t hurt.
My tears will wash away my sorrow
My laughter will be strong and loud
I’m going into my tomorrow
With honest heart out of cloud.
Try to accept my independence
In other case i’ll fly away.
In my desire to achieve trancendence
Please let me fly my own way.