Sometimes manage to get something good.
I wonder if it is an idiot luck?
Do I dare try that again?

Sometimes I'm fast enough, I fly from the cruel memories.
It should be the idiot culture,
but, however, were driven into a corner.

You gave me a taste of heaven
and then left me to this hell.

(which are called unto life)

This Is My Life
as Ты сказал(-а) and Ты left off.
That is only the life
maybe Ты rather be?

To give the sea in my face flushed,
tomorrow will be worse than no change.
Here I stand, I can not change.

I walk the streets in rain, as before.
I wonder if it is an illusion
Even the summer или whatever is...