TATITERA — Юность

Dreams and tears, Flowers and reveries I give to you. From a quiet caress And a tender fairy tale I burn entirely. And how much torment The sacred sounds Inflict on me! But with worn-out strength I'll send it all to hell. Come to me.

Through the night wind Your image shines, It leads me on. And in every breath, On the edge of the circle, [?] The soul sings. And if again, Without extra words, You say “no” — I will become an echo Of your laughter For many years.

Hear me — these aren't just words — This is all that's left. I burned cities inside so you wouldn't seem That distant mirage slipping through my fingers. I held that pain like my last chance not to break. You stay silent, and silence is louder than a cry — love. [?] I looked for you in everyone and never found you again. Let it all go to hell, this beaten world. [?] If you call — I'll rush to you, Wherever I am on earth.

But with worn-out strength I'll send it all to hell. Come to me!