Если говорить людям одну только правду, рано или поздно вас в этом уличат
In times of sorrow and grief,
When my pain is bumping into
Walls of misunderstanding,
I feel like a lonely leaf
On a bare tree in the winter.
This state seems never ending.
Inside my soul but I believe
That after night new dawn will come
And get away these awful thoughts.
They always like me to deceive
With nightmares they have summed.
The dawn’s already casted lots.
When my pain is bumping into
Walls of misunderstanding,
I feel like a lonely leaf
On a bare tree in the winter.
This state seems never ending.
Inside my soul but I believe
That after night new dawn will come
And get away these awful thoughts.
They always like me to deceive
With nightmares they have summed.
The dawn’s already casted lots.
Что-то в последнее время пропирает писать стихи на английском. Смешно. Я бы не отказалась наваять текст песни.