My soul is broken, oh, sweetheart.
I must don't cry, I just must start.
But I'm so blue. But I'm so blue.
I'm calling you.
Your poem make me feel so wrong.
You want to cry. You want to talk
About our death and hopeless life.
I want to cry.
Let me, let me alone.
My body is your stone.
Your name is perfect pain.
Don't worry, I can stay.
Let me, let me go back.
Sunday was almost black.
Your love is perfect star.
Don't worry. Oh! Sweetheart.
P.S.: я понимаю что скорее всего здесь кое-что не так, но вы тоже понимаете, что это не мой родной язык, и я далеко не билингв.