Текст песни выдумайэхо poetry - 09. Листы.

one day I will tell you who you controls
but why and who controls me, I do not know
someone along the alleys scattered sheets
why I collect them, though indeed, because I am not alone

a couple of seconds, and then comes what I've been waiting for
a couple of seconds, and there is something I've been looking for ..
new already? hmm, well. let there be a new spark
I do not care, will still shine like a child

believe that my love will be my handwriting
something to love pain, but something quietly to tear to shreds
something to sing out loud, even when the soul is empty
I will be abnormal, that would be up to the two of madness

that-it was at least a mutual feeling
and you could hear one, because sometimes feel sad
lying on the floor with an old double ears,
and everyone thinks about her, not about each other, this is not necessary