If I could just hide The sinner inside And keep him denied. How sweet life would be If I could be free From the sinner in me.
и английский язык тут хромаетShe came to me in the moonlight, when I was ready to die because of my sorrow. I didn't wait for her, I never thought that she would come, but I always dreamed of her. I thought she wasn't real, I thought she was an angel, that had come from heaven to me. When I saw her, I've told myself that I'll never let her go, because I realized that I couldn't live without her. She came to me and I became her own. I was a prisoner in a prison I didn't want to escape. She was more, than beautiful, she was more than angel. She was the supreme creature. She was my living dream. But as all good moments of my life she was an illusion, and all my feeling were illusions. There was nothing left for me, but pain from my birth. I was born to suffer. And she left me crying, with a razor-blade in my hand, that was ready to dig through my flesh to my heart. When the sharp steel has touched my heart I suddenly felt a great pleasure. I saw the light, I felt the warm breeze, the smell of sea and flowers... Something pleasant... Was it ILLUSION? I don't know, and I'll never know...