There's so much fun
Under a gun.
While I look like a burning star.
Grab my hand fast.
And bullets will kill the past.
Then virgin Mary will be in blood.
You’ll see her and drink glass dry,
Just like a God.
My party was just for myself.
You took my numbers,
But my phone never rang.
On the dust shelf.
We were under arrest,
But their bullets killed the rest.
And peace.
Your passive girls were like a mental striptease.
But I watched it at ease.
Cause I know who is your miss.
Their English was learned.
When I was abroad.
So you see the difference
Between Active Voice and Passive,
My lord.
This is so simple.
Like wine in our kingdom.
So I try to erase all that pain
That you got.
I got it somehow,
When you tongue was too drunk.
I close my eyes every night near you.
And one hot tear always rips me,
When I say I love you.
Maybe someone spray that tear gas between us.
And that’s why I cry inside,
You are my Mars, and I am your Venus.
I press F for freedom and feelings.
I pay my bills and respect like an evil.
I am always with blood.
And hungry for your body language.
I try to forgive them
And think about silly things,
Like Marie’s Marriage.
But I can’t stop my cravings for that kinda stories.
I am 22, but I don’t have enough courage.
To tell that in Russian.
To speak it together.
My mind full of imagination,
I am not Russian princess,
But I can’t live without fairies.
I don’t have the past,
I am beyond time.
So I forget their crimes.
And bury them in archives,
Where there is no future and pass.
I listen last time.
All songs that were hurting me,
Like I was doing a crime.
All of the dusty archives
Are closed and forgotten.
I am under the gun.
And it's just a copy.