[nadia]

вот мой собственный опять...
1997 год

What do I know about the world
Which is full of surprises and unexpected "No"s
How can I fully believe in sunrise
Just when I see it-- the sun slowly dies

I try to discover the secret of love
I feel it lies near,
But not close enough...

Decisions and questions perplex the inside
Of my fragile mind all day and all night
Sleep is forgotten, my thoughts are in charge
Of making me restless in dark endless night

It seems I forgot what matters the most
Untouchanbly sensless
I wait for the worst...