Stealing never ends sadness, if Ты have a conscience.
Here it goes away, Along with your heart.

In any form ask that tommorrow returns.
Shake off the feeling of confusion from believing
lies, even the ambiguous attitude habors puffy eyes*

Stealing never ends sadness, if Ты have a conscience.
Here it goes away, Along with your heart.

I have no words to fill the immensity of the distance.
I also knew it would in due time dissappear.

Every день Ты сказал(-а) "I can't help but remember..."
Ты became interpreted without anymore to say.

In no time I began to shed tears. No longer.
And 'here' Ты will not forget the сердце goes without saying

Ты are crying out. thus you'll fail twice tomorrow.
The real Ты is not touched again.this is the last time.

Stealing never ends sadness, if Ты have a conscience.
Here it goes away, Along with your heart.

Even in dreams you're alone, Ты saw passing by the sky...
...when Ты no longer exist...no one will care.