[my dreams]
It’s my life.
This is my life,
Life for myself,
And no one can take knife,
A knife for my help.
I’ve no need for all you
I hadn’t ask for help,
And talking me the morals – no use to,
My heard had never to melt,
My heard is broken on birds,
Which’ve already died,
I’ve no need on some lovely words,
I just want to cry,
I know, you love me,
But I’ve no need at all.
I want that you leave me,
I shalln’t you call.
[fundu]
