Текст песни Michelle Paffer - Папье-маше

PAPIER MACHE

You have no right to be jealous.
I - doll made of papier-mache,
In my torn heart
There is a great feeling to feel.

You have no right to want,
After all desire - is flawed.
I'm mad early.
Nobody wants to be pitied.

You have no right to reproach.
Pygmalion does not love me.
It was like God destroy me,
But to the end will continue to lie.

You have no right to love,
Galatea is not I, it seems,
Not beating pulse beneath the thin skin.
It is created not to live.

I - doll, I - puppet.
That is the thread - pulling by the same for them,
Referring to tender my hands.
Love shoots too aptly,

Do not rarely falls.
And I got into this network.
My home has become a steel cage.
I left it to die.
27.10.2009