Стихи Мертвого Мальчика Born from silence, silence full of it A perfect concert my best friend So much to live for, so much to die for If only my heart had a home
Sing what you can't say Forget what you can't play Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes Walk within my poetry, this dying music - My loveletter to nobody
Never sigh for better world It`s already composed, played and told Every thought the music I write Everything a wish for the night
Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin Died for the beauty the one in the garden Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom Failed in becoming a god
Never sigh for better world It`s already composed, played and told Every thought the music I write Everything a wish for the night
"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry, the one without tears For I`ve given this its strength and it has become my only strength. Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew The sweet piano writing down my life"
"Teach me passion for I fear it's gone Show me love, hold the lorn So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me I'm sorry Time will tell (this bitter farewell) I live no more to shame nor me nor you
And you... I wish I didn`t feel for you anymore..."