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© rimmalonna, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0056-8973-3

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

there’s always a story behind

You can always hide a little bit

Behind a foreign language as I did

I need a table with columns and rows

to help me

put the thoughts in where they belong

Anywhere, please

But not in my head

The noise is so loud I can’t go to bed

When I was a girl

I travelled the world

Searching for something

Searching for something

that nobody knows

Some time has passed

I feel like I’m lost

Needing somebody

Needing somebody

Who was in the past

Life brings you surprises

Let’s find where sunrise is

Guess who’s the wisest?

Let them be.

I ain’t getting better

Wrote you that letter

I thought it would rescue me,

I knew it could have rescued me

one or two fingers

touching me

forwards and backwards

multiple orgasms

are the ultimate words

When all the strings inside you break

And no one knows what you’re going through

There’s so much pain for one to take

I wish that one could give you a hug or two

So much metaphorical dirt and mud

You were my precious Achilles heel

After all these exes had sucked my blood

I put my favorite song and took a pill

They keep asking why

and where I’ve been

what time is it?

I say: kill me o’clock

I’m good with Irish goodbye

Please, don’t make a scene

and later we’ll see

who’s gonna rock

Listening to you song, drowning in your arms

It’s been a long time, long, since I played the drums

It’s been a hard time, hard, since you set me free

I didn’t see it coming and now I can’t breathe

It is already spring

Gimme a ring

I will pick up

To tell ya

About one more fuckup and failure

that life threw at me

There’s no one string

Inside

Left unbroken

Now guess who’s talking

Once closest now fake

Bring my old self back

I’m tired of bad luck stalking

In between

There ain’t just black and white, you say

But we’ve been through this twice

Unless you stay, spare the room

For better people in our lives

Russian poetic translation:

Говоришь, жизнь – не только черное и белое

Мы это уже проходили

Если не остаёшься, то уходи

Пока мне не надоело

Rhythm is a dancer.

Rhyme is all I got here.

Love is always answer

To yours what I do fear.

***

My body craves for touching yours,

I’ll get insane when it occurs.

Your hot’n’cold stare makes me numb,

Cannot but wait for you to come.

***

I’m fearful of the very thought of you,

Cuz nothing’s changed since Sunday morning came.

And only God knows when you say «I love you’,

I feel unsure of my reply’s the same

First things first but

cravings are on top

You think it won’t get better soon

Keep your eyes on

the prize when you feel low

Never mind giving in

Now I’m a spent firework;

but, jeez, at least,

I’ve been one

That’s how I live:

I come and go

no run is no fun

no fun

Inspired by David Mitchel, Cloud Atlas

When you put your lipstick on for the wrong person

This is when you realize it couldn’t have been worse

No one cares about your loss

Funny you should ask how we became this selfish

Extraordinary things forever perish

Know why? They are everywhere

Keeping us alive was a just game

It was coming through and finally came

The end, goodbye, I’m done

If I were you then I would give up

Unless you bury us you can’t live it up