I'm the toughest pastry maker who has ever baked a cake.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my печенье and my Капкейки will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.

Ты have never seen a danish или a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
Ты can chew on them till doomsday, Ты can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.

Ты can whack them with a hammer, Ты can hit them with a stick.
Ты can stab them with a dagger, Ты can beat them with a brick.
Ты can drop them from an airplane, Ты can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.

I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage Ты to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" или "water," I use Crazy Glue.

In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
горький and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this Музыка of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written by the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.

true Друзья are hard to come by...
yet when Ты catch them Ты feel like Ты can fly...
Ты trust them,
Любовь them,
and talk of future...
Ты know that they will never lie...
and Далее to them Ты stand side by side...
Ты Любовь them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when Ты know your important...
that Ты know Ты have some one to comfort you...
Ты hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Друзья are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.

I live in a world
So far from home
Forever silenced
And sentenced to roam
The shackles are locked
And the воротник is tight
But nobody hears me
I'm too weak to fight
The stars that once twinkled
Are now dark in the night
And the moon that once shone
No longer gives light
On each sparse tree
No leaf is stirred
And the owls that once played
Can no longer be heard
Far in the distance I can see
A glimpse of weak light
That teases me
I watch it grow then fade away
Like a slippery fish
That just can't stay
And as I try to struggle free
The chains resist
And strangle me
As I fall back I clearly see
That a single bird
Flies over me
It stops to perch
Upon a stone
And opens its beak
In a sorrowful moan
A sweet sparrow
With no where to go
It Остаться в живых its path
And became a crow.