Острой Бритвой

I divide poems into quotes
Where words take you by the throat
And the clock is a meaningless circle
I will give my heart as a gift

I'm ready to drown in love
Let me breathe a little happiness
You are dressed in my arms
I will make you forget about the past

Every other day I live on a crucifixion
And you? What are you doing?
You cry and count your mistakes
Your feelings are like a stream of tears

You are a draw, and I will be a draw
I write a novel with a sharp razor to my heart
I'm jealous of other people's smiles
I am jealous of other people's eyes

Your words cut like a razor to my heart
And I will hear an obedient: Yes
I will hear an obedient: Yes, yes, yes
Don’t hope, you won’t become a stranger

Look into your eyes, I'm waiting
I live and I don’t live
The shadow of my hope is fading
I miss you, I can't

Come back, I'm really looking forward to it
Through the looking glass is my space
I fly into dreams at night
I don't need anything without you

And you? What are you doing?
You cry, counting mistakes
Your feelings are like a stream of tears
You are a draw, and I will be a draw

I write a novel with a sharp razor to my heart
I'm jealous of other people's smiles
I am jealous of other people's eyes
Your words cut like a razor to my heart

And I will hear an obedient: Yes
I will hear an obedient: Yes, yes, yes

I write a novel with a sharp razor to my heart

I'm jealous of other people's smiles
I am jealous of other people's eyes
Your words cut like a razor to my heart
And I will hear an obedient: Yes

I will hear an obedient: Yes, yes, yes