Born from silence, silence full of it
perfect concert my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home

Sing what you can't say
Forget what you can't play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music -
My loveletter to nobody

Never sigh for better world
It's [bad word]  played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night

Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin
Died for the beauty the one in the garden
Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom
Failed in [bad word] a god

Never sigh for better world
It's [bad word]  played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night

"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it
Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry, the one without tears
For I've given this its strength and it has [bad word] my only [bad word] home, mother's lap, chance for immortality
Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
The sweet piano writing down my life"

"Teach me passion for I fear it's gone
Show me love, hold the lorn
So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
I'm sorry
Time will tell (this bitter farewell)
I live no more to shame nor me nor you

And you... I wish I didn't feel for you anymore..."

lonely soul... An ocean soul...

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"Если ты читаешь эти строки, думай не о руке, написавшей их...
Помни только стих, крик поэта, тот, что без слез,
Ибо я дал ему силу, и он стал моей единственной силой.
Уютный дом, заботы матери, шанс стать бессмертным,
Я не знаю, когда у меня возникла острая потребность быть нужным,
Милое пианино писало мою жизнь...."

"Научи меня страсти, ибо боюсь, она ушла...
Покажи мне любовь, обними сироту,
Ведь я гораздо больше хотел отдать тем, кто любит меня.
Прости меня,
Время все расскажет (это горькое прощание)
Я больше не хочу жить, стыдясь себя и тебя...

А ты... я не хочу больше ничего чувствовать к тебе..."