In my dreams
I see bright colors
Of midnight.
My own fear 
Is losing of mind.

What for?
Why did you do it?
Before…
I’ve never been so split. 

When you’d gone away
I was lying on the bed.
Yeah, I was so sad
And burning like a flame. 

My blood
Was mixed with mud…
Oh, my God 
Just help me to get out.
 
One day my blood will
Spate like river.
And I promise that
You will drown there.

That’s it.
Now we’re even.
You can sit.
I will not try it.

In my dreams
I see bright colors
Of midnight.
My own fear 
Is losing of mind.

You was
One of the best friend.
Sorry,
But I prefer the end.