Câteva regrete…

Lara Fabian este motivul pentru care îmi pare rău că am ales să învăţ engleza şi nu franceza.

 

I am sick

I don’t dream anymore, i don’t smoke anymore
I don’t have a history anymore
I am dirty without you
I am ugly without you
I am like an orphan in a dormitory

I don’t feel like living in my life
My life stops when you leave
I don’t have a life anymore and even my bed
Turns into a platform (of a station)
When you go away

I am sick
Completely sick
Like when my mother went out in the evening
And that she left me alone with my despair

I am ill, fully sick
You come, one never knows when
You leave again, one never knows where
And it will be soon two years
Since you didn’t give a damn.

Like to a rock
Like to a sin
I am locked on to you
I am tired, I am exhausted
To pretend being happy when they are here

I drink every night
But all whisky
For me, they have the same taste
And all the boats carry your flag
I don’t know anymore where to go, you are everywhere

I am sick
Completely sick
I pour my blood in your body
And i am like a dead bird when you sleep

I am sick
Perfectly sick
You have deprived me of all my songs
You have drained me of all my words
And I have the heart completely sick
Though i had talent before having your skin

This love is killing me
If this goes on, i’ll die alone with me
Near my radio, like an idiot kid
Listening to my own voice singing

I am sick
Completely sick
Like when my mother went out in the evening
And that she left me alone with my despair

I am sick
This it is, i am sick
You have deprived me of all my songs
You have drained me of all my words
And I have the heart completely sick
Surrounded by barricades
Listen! I am sick

 

Igor Krutoi este motivul pentru care regret c-am ales să învăţ să cânt la chitara şi nu la pian.

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