Tired of writing about love's pain,
Sick of weaving verses of bitter disdain.
But what can I do? I’m a pro at this mess,
Dramatic flair is my thorny process.
I close my eyes, as tears start to burn,
Absorbing the bitterness, I learn.
I won’t remember the flights of lost birds,
But the birds from your lips? They won’t miss my words!
I don’t want to be left on my own!
My mind is crushed by silence, like stone!
It wasn’t easy to follow your way,
Tell me, how could you turn cold as day?
Translation Evgenii Sots
P.S_I'm not very good at translations and English language skills, I hope I was able to convey the meaning of the song written in Russian.
text song Tim Dian, Lotus Queen - Silence
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