Your tongue's like a dagger which pierces my back.
I feel that you hate me but nothing expect.
You say and your words full of lies and revenge,
You are bad actor, a mad or just strange.
Your speech is a wail of entreaty and fear
But I'll be merciless, sorry, my dear...
I feel that you hate me but nothing expect.
You say and your words full of lies and revenge,
You are bad actor, a mad or just strange.
Your speech is a wail of entreaty and fear
But I'll be merciless, sorry, my dear...
больше всего мне понравилось разделение самого стиха на "прошедшие" и "предстоящие" события)
З.Ы. Блин, я столько слов английских не знаю...