Love me if you are me/Люби меня, если ты - это я

When I walk on the street

I remember your words:

«Baby, you must not keep

Those blooding swords

In your heart,

In your head».

Sorry but it doesn't help me,

It only hurts me more.

Probably, it's could be

A paper on the floor – just as easy to fly away.

But you are a fucking stone

That stops me from flying away - stops being dependent on you!

I know it's my decision.

But who let me have it?..

***

Okay, you were right.

Now I'm sorry that I yelled at you on our last day,

That I let myself be sincere...

I remember that night,

The darkest night that scared me.

Clouds in the sky were just as dark.

I opened my mouth

When I saw a lightning.

And then look at your eyes...

Baby, I really scared

Because I saw the dark – almost black – eyes.

Those said,

«Sorry for my love,

It was the game.

I lost my head in»...

But you said,

«Sorry, my little, I have a dream

But to achieve it I must leave you»...

And then I got it,

I got your love is gone.

But how could I take your words?

If you didn't even care about my tears?