Твой портрет висит на стене...

Твой  портрет висит на стене,
как изъять тебя из сердца? не знаю.
буря чувств бушует внутри
лишь увижу его: закипаю.
мне вулкан этот не погасить
страсть к тебе - мне не подвластна.
я не  верю,  что  ты  от  меня  вдалеке,
Могу  на  судьбу  только  плакать…
Выть  могу  на  судьбу  и  рыдать,
Рвать  ей  волосы,  корчить  мины,
Но  как,  на  что  всё  поменять,
Чтобы  вернуть  хоть  половину
Тех  отношений,  всего  тебя.
Тебя  себе… Нет,  так  невозможно.
Невозможно  жить  от  тебя  вдали 
Для  меня  это  слишком   сложно.
«Сложно  -  что?»  -  с  грустью  спросишь  ты.
Да,  ошиблась,  вполне  возможно.
Но  любить  тебя,  любить  как  все
Мне  нельзя,  а  кому-то  можно…

Твой  портрет висит на стене.
Он к жизни меня пробуждает.

перевод под EDM:

The Portrait

[Intro]
(Dark pulsing bass, evolving pad, subtle perc, slow build)
Your portrait hangs upon the wall, a frozen spark that never fades,
How can I erase you from my heart? I’ve lost the map, I’ve lost the ways.
A storm of feelings rages deep inside, it roars and burns with every glance,
The moment I see it — I start to boil, I lose control, I lose my stance.

[Verse 1]
This volcano inside me — I can’t put it out, the flame just grows,
My passion for you is beyond my rule, beyond the quiet, beyond the shows.
I don’t believe you’re far away, that distance is just an empty lie,
I can only cry to fate, I howl at it beneath the cold and cloudy sky.
I could tear my hair, I could twist my face, I could scream until the walls give way,
But what could I trade, what could I replace, to get back half of what we made?
To have you back, to hold you close, to claim you as my own — it’s not allowed,
It’s impossible to live apart, the weight of it is far too loud.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Rising arp, snare roll, tension climbing)
“It’s hard — but how?” you’d ask with sadness in your voice, so soft and low,
And I’d say, “Yes, I made a mistake, I let the truth slip through, I let it go.”
Maybe it’s possible to live without, to wear the mask and walk the line,
But to love you like the world loves anyone — that’s not a path that’s mine.
Someone else can love you plain and simple, someone else can hold you right,
But my kind of love is too wild, too deep — it burns too bright to fit the light.

[Chorus]
Your portrait hangs upon the wall — it wakes me up when I’m half dead,
A single image, frozen still, but it speaks louder than words ever said.
It pulls me back to life, it sparks the fire I thought was gone for good,
Even in the dark, even when I’m lost, it makes me feel I still could.
Your portrait on the wall — a silent call, a memory that won’t retire,
It keeps my heart awake, it keeps the flame alive, it never lets me expire.

[Verse 2]
I’d trade the world to get just half the time we had, the words we spoke,
To rewrite every step, to change the shape of every road that led us off.
But time doesn’t deal in trades or swaps, it doesn’t listen to my pleas,
It just moves ahead, erasing traces, stealing back the memories.
So I stand here staring at the frame, at eyes that see right through my soul,
As if they know the truth I hide, as if they hold the missing whole.

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, ambient textures, vocal reverb, glitch FX)
No amount of rage, no amount of pain can break this thread that ties me there,
Your face stays etched inside my mind, a constant echo in the air.
Even if I try to walk away, to find another kind of peace,
That portrait holds me in its gaze, it never lets my heart release.
It’s not about forgetting, it’s about surviving what I cannot mend,
A love too big to fit inside a world that moves on and never bends.

(Drop: full beat returns, heavy bass, supersaw lead, sidechain pumping, layered percussion)

[Chorus]
Your portrait hangs upon the wall — it wakes me up when I’m half dead,
A single image, frozen still, but it speaks louder than words ever said.
It pulls me back to life, it sparks the fire I thought was gone for good,
Even in the dark, even when I’m lost, it makes me feel I still could.
Your portrait on the wall — a silent call, a memory that won’t retire,
It keeps my heart awake, it keeps the flame alive, it never lets me expire.

[Outro]
Your portrait… on the wall…
It wakes me up… it calls me home…
Even when the world goes cold and gray,
It tells me I’m not alone.

(Fade with repeating vocal chop:) “it wakes me up… it wakes me up…”