Like a turning head
Like a second look
Like a burning leaf of an open book
Like a pounding sea
Like a messy crime
When your eyes first met with mine
Like a broken word
Like a tragic smile
Like a thousand steps or a single mile
Like a lonely chance
Like a savage glow
When you turned and said hello
I was just about to call
There were flowers on the ceiling
You left me feeling
Like a fading voice
Like a closing door
Like a dozen lies and a dozen more
Like a twisted tongue
Like distant bike
When we broke out in the dark
The stars looked like burning sparks
The lights were warm but chilling
You left me feeling
Tired
Could not close my eyes
On fire
But frozen inside
To run or to hide
Speechless my words could not melt
Whisper I wanted to shout
With out you I felt
Like a fleeting thought
Like a double eight
Like a gentle fear of a warming taste
Like a placid breath
Like a cooling blow
When you stopped and held me close
Inside I nearly froze
Your touch is almost healing
You left me feeling
Tired
Could not close my eyes
On fire
But frozen inside
To run or to hide
Speechless my words could not melt
Whisper I wanted to shout
With out you I felt
Like a setting sun
Like a last goodbye
Like an incomplete lullaby
Словно поворот головы,
Словно повторный взгляд,
Словно горящий лист открытой книги,
Словно бушующее море,
Словно грязное преступление
Наши взгляды встретились впервые.
Словно нарушенное обещание,
Словно грустная улыбка,
Словно тысяча шагов или одна миля,
Словно единственный шанс,
Словно дикое свечение
Ты повернулся и сказал «Привет»,
Я была уже готова позвать...
Потолок был весь в цветах.
Ты оставил меня чувствующей себя
Утихающим голосом,
Закрывающейся дверью,
Дюжиной и больше неправд,
Заплётшимся языком,
Удаляющимся велосипедом...
Когда мы вырвались в темноту,
Звезды были похожи на жгучие искры,
Огни были тёплыми, но нежными.
Ты оставил меня чувствующей себя
Усталой,
Неспособной закрыть глаза,
Горящей,
Но холодной внутри.
Бежать или прятаться?
В безмолвии мои слова не растаяли -
Я шептала, но хотела кричать.
Без тебя я чувствовала себя
Мимолётной мыслью,
Шестнадцатилетней девчонкой,
Лёгким страхом теплого ощущения,
Безмятежным дыханием,
Освежающим порывом ветра...
Когда ты остановился и прижал меня,
Почти замёрзшую внутри,
Твоё касание почти исцелило меня.
Ты оставил меня чувствующей себя
Усталой,
Неспособной закрыть глаза,
Горящей,
Но холодной внутри.
Бежать или прятаться?
В безмолвии мои слова не растаяли -
Я шептала, но хотела кричать.
Без тебя, я чувствовала себя
Заходящим солнцем,
Последним «прощай»,
Неоконченной колыбельной... Like a turning head
Like a second look
Like a burning leaf of an open book
Like a pounding sea
Like a messy crime
When your eyes first met with mine
Like a broken word
Like a tragic smile
Like a thousand steps or a single mile
Like a lonely chance
Like a savage glow
When you turned and said hello
I was just about to call
There were flowers on the ceiling
You left me feeling
Like a fading voice
Like a closing door
Like a dozen lies and a dozen more
Like a twisted tongue
Like distant bike
When we broke out in the dark
The stars looked like burning sparks
The lights were warm but chilling
You left me feeling
Tired
I could not close my eyes
On fire
But frozen inside
To run or to hide
Speechless my words could not melt
Whisper I wanted to shout
With out you I felt
Like a fleeting thought
Like a double eight
Like a gentle fear of a warming taste
Like a placid breath
Like a cooling blow
When you stopped and held me close
Inside I nearly froze
Your touch is almost healing
You left me feeling
Tired
I could not close my eyes
On fire
But frozen inside
To run or to hide
Speechless my words could not melt
Whisper I wanted to shout
With out you I felt
Like a setting sun
Like a last goodbye
Like an incomplete lullaby
Like a turn of the head,
Like a second opinion,
Like a hot sheet of an open book,
Like a raging sea,
Like a dirty crime
Our eyes met for the first time.
Like a broken promise,
Like a sad smile,
Like a thousand paces or one mile,
As if the only chance,
Like a wild glow
You turned around and said "Hello"
I was ready to call ...
The ceiling was covered in flowers.
You left me feeling
Simmering voice
Closes the door,
A dozen or more falsehoods,
Zaplёtshimsya language
Removes bicycle ...
When we escaped into the darkness,
The stars were like burning sparks
The lights were warm, but gentle.
You left me feeling
Fatigue,
The inability to close his eyes,
Burning,
But cold inside.
Run or hide?
In the silence of my words did not melt -
I whispered, but I wanted to scream.
Without you, I felt
A fleeting thought,
Sixteen-year girl,
A light warm feeling of fear,
Tranquil breath
Refreshing gust of wind ...
When you stopped and held me,
Almost a frozen inside,
Your touch is almost healed me.
You left me feeling
Fatigue,
The inability to close his eyes,
Burning,
But cold inside.
Run or hide?
In the silence of my words did not melt -
I whispered, but I wanted to scream.
Without you, I felt
The setting sun,
The last "farewell"
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