просто мои стихи

Мой мир как break town,
Каждый день рушится и опускается down and down...
And everyone has their own dreams,
And these dreams are shown on the screens...

Мы достигаем целей с помощью suffering and tears,
Но душа кричит, no one hears...
Всю жизнь терпеть не сможем these screams,
For spiritual hurt no creams...

Но это не причина, по которой they don't heals...
Blame this beating and hassles,
How tried of this blood and these tussles.
For this all it is time to put points and come up with ends!