Awe andrea_, ako napi6e6 oshte ne6to takova, obeshtavam ti, che veche nqma da mojesh da pishesh izobshto, samo izbivash kompleksi s tiq jalki dymi koito si probvala da svyrjesh v neshto kato stihotvorenie, jal mi e za teb.....
The hunger inside given to me,
Makes me what I am.
Always it is calling me,
For the blood of man.
They say I cannot be this,
I am jaded.
Hiding from the day,
I can't bare it,
Cannot tame the
If I could fly - HELLOWEEN
No fear, no pain
Nobody left to blame
I'll try alone
Make destiny my own
I learn to free my mind
Myself I now must find
Once more
Once more
awe selqn4e ne6tastno, 6te go kaja samo vednyj: po-dobre ne se zaqjdai s nas, 6toto 6e e poslednoto ne6to koeto 6te napravi6, a 6te me e gnys da otnemam jalkiq ti jivotec. 6to ne si sly6a6 mijavata myzi4ka i ne ni ostai6 namira?
Erotic and dreamlike still in its mortal disguise
A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theatre
The painted angels - shadowed high above
Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me
Like a whisper where there are no wo
