I hate this rainy may,
It washed my dirty name.
I hate my famous God,
He left alone beloved.
My clear tears're like
The worthless diamond's blood.
My soft and golden lips
Are also very cheap.
To be an unknown corpse,
To be the last, of course!
And during windy day
My street turns into grave,
Where no one waits for my lonely soul,
Where nothing is, expect the crowd.
I kissed my sunny and bright sky
But all the clouds began to cry.
I wanted you to embrace me
Like silver stars. You didn’t see,
Didn’t set fire to my mind ever,
Because it’s cold and hard forever.
You don't need my heart at all.
I'm forgotten by this world.
__________
2008 год
Forgotten
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