Mr. and Mrs. Me.

I know we’ll kill each other… once.
This novel is about the defective romance.
And we have no chance. We have no chance.
It is a train in trance… It is the rain in France… rain in France…

And what about my life?! And what about me?!
I want you to go away! I want to be free!

And one day I’ll change your mind
But it will be too late.
And I’ll change your hate to love
But my love will change to hate.
 Typewriter, type! Typewriter, type! Typewriter, type…
…the novel of my life about the man and the wife,  
Of a knife lying between them… one sharpened knife. One sharpened knife… 

You try to wake me up!  With no love or faith, no hope! 
You’ve ended this novel and prepare your rope.
Your solitude will kill you once
And (the) train will crash in trance! And rain will end in France… end in France…

I know that I’m for you just a gallows-bird 
And all my desperate cries won’t be heard.

You push the keys. My kiss you miss.
You drop your tears! You hold your fears.

And she was just invention in my life. But…
The final point – the final chapter’s printed with my blood!  

And now you are standing there, deaf and blind!
And I ask you: don’t kill me in your mind!

Don’t kill me! Don’t forget me! Don’t break me! Don’t!
I will leave you then! Is this what you want?! 

Black moon at night, red letters in the skies above…
They look at me through purple clouds! [bad word] all my life! 
My love to (my) other personality… I’ve missed my heart in searching for mind’s clarity…

I am like the widow watching the past… 
I am like the widow watching the past…
I am like the widow watching the past through the broken window! At last…

And now my tears off I should wipe… Typewriter, type! Typewriter, type!