Помниш ли?

Помниш ли тъмнината на нощта?
Помниш ли светлините на града?
Помниш ли запотените стъкла?
Помниш ли човека, който си била?
Помниш ли ме? Защото аз помня всичко това.

Love life

Is it over? I don't know.
I love you and I'll let you go.

You really seem like you don't care,
so I'll meet you when you get there.

And if you don't? So be it, life.
We'll move on and call it a night.

To help or not to help

I think you're lost, I just can feel it.
I know you want to make it out.
And if you need help I am here,
but make it clear or I'm out.

One word

Don't ask me how I am because right now you care.
Don't ask me where I've been because you could and weren't there.
There's only one word that I need to hear.
And absolutely nothing else will take us there.

Amor

Another day has gone. I miss you.
Like sailing boat misses the shore.
There are two options in the future.
To sink or be with you, amor.

I love you

I heard it one more time from you, when we were splitting.
It almost sounded memorized.
Like rule that you had kept repeating,
while thinking of those other guys.

You don't know what it means, but still you use it.
You make it sound like you believe.
But please, show mercy, don't abuse it,
because you end up hurting me.

Inspired by love

You are my precious treasure,
and my only inspiration.
By you it is I measure,
the good and bad in my temptation.

You wake me in the morning,
with gentle touch of velvet glove.
I dedicate myself to you.
Inspired by you, inspired by love.

Another general misunderstanding

Stop lying sweetheart, you don't love me.
Why do you want to hurt yourself?
It's true you want me, it's true you need me,
but that is all to change myself.

That is not love, it is conviction,
and if it doesn't work it burns.
And it creates some contradictions,
that make us go around in turns.

Just let her go...

Another day has gone behind me.
I feel the pain is getting low.
And all the memories inside me,
are slowly settling, and letting go.

I hope that one day you will find me,
when you are ready, and you want to know,
why did I let this little thought untie me,
"just let her go, just let her go..."

A general misunderstanding

She asked: "Do you write sometimes?"
He answered: "Yes I do."
She said: "I write when I'm confused."
He said: "I write about love."
She said: "Love! It's so good but then it hurts so much."
He said: "It's not the love that hurts. It's the lack of it."
She said: "You're right."

Пак

Пак съм тук и пак те няма.
Аз пак съм сам, а ти не си.
И нашата любов голяма,
остава в моите мечти.

Да теб...

Безкрайни мигове, очаквам новини от теб.
Миналото е вътре в мен, а бъдещето е напред.
И някой ден аз искам да те срещна пак,
да теб, да теб...

Eternal love

Days go by, and we get older.
I want to meet you once again.
Before I die, I want to hold you.
I want to love you to the end.

Definition of hurt

Hurt again,
and pain,
and restless brain.

Definition of beauty

Beauty has no color nor agenda.
It just makes you feel good and surrender.

A suggestion

Everybody says you're great.
Well I am tired of listening about it.
Let's split and move and get a break.
And then let's meet again without it.

Different

I want you, but different.
You want me, but different.

Without you, I'm different.
Without me, you're different.

Arround you, I'm different.
Arround me, you're different.

I want that, but different.

Now

Now I remember.
Now I think.
Now I know.
You bring the worst out of me,
no matter how hard I try to show you my best.
Forgive me love,
but I want to be good.

I will

The visions in my head are restless,
but I will find peace.
The pain I feel is endless,
but I will find means,
to stop it, and not let it,
take the best of me.

Timeless

Stolen glances from the level of commitment,
endless touches from beyond the boundary of time,
and when the feeling gently passes,
you have left the troubles all behind.

Извадки от дневници

Из дневника на един луд:

...още един ден мина...

Из дневника на една жена:

...остарях с още един ден...

Из дневника на един мъж:

...помъдрях с още един ден...

Из дневника на един луд по една жена мъж:

...обичам я...

Ти си тази

Коя си ти?
Ти си тази, която се чупи, но не се огъва.
Ти си тази, която плаче, но не се моли.
Ти си тази, която се усмихва, но не се смее.

Последно

Последен порив на емоции.
Последен поглед на критик.
И после ще съм кротък,
че много нерви изхабих.

Без мен

Но спри, почакай, аз не одобрявам.
И ако искаш да го правиш, го прави без мен.

Огън и кислород

Любовта си виждам като огън,
изгаря мен и топли теб.
И ако любовта ми беше огън,
то твоята любов щеше да бъде кислород.

All there is to see

I hope I die before I have to live without you.
I hope you die before you try to live without me.
I wish I live and see that you will understand,
that all my thoughts revolve around you.
I wish you live and see, all there is to see.

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