My Own Lyric Poems

My veins're wildly throbbing
Like a march band drums're beating
My blood gets hotter and hotter quickly
As I clench my fists tightly

I wanna tear myself open
And to let my anger out of that hellish oven
I wanna scream at those
Who pretend to be close

But they don't even dare
To think about what I care
They cover their faces
Assuming I can't find the true traces

They think I'm a sort of a fool
Of course that shows how they're cool
They think I'm a loser
'Cause I don't plan to become a boozer

Searching for things that don't exist
We grip tightly any gist
That makes an unstable illusion,
And we are eager to become caught in a delusion.

'Cause that is what makes us happy,
'Though most likely consequences are pretty crappy.
Like alchemists who were looking for gold,
We are trying to find love in the cold.

Some are trying to make love out of friendship,
But is this really possible
To sail a ship
During a violent storm in an amble?

Love doesn't exist.
People believe in it,
But eventually they become lost in the mist,
Which makes them to lose their wit.

Romantics are talking about its sings,
But those are nothing more than mere illusions
That are put down in love diaries lines,
Which fill the earthly world with even more confusions.

Life keeps burning.
You keep dancing
Like a crazy puppet put on fire.
You wanna stop but your legs never tire.

Dance, baby, dance
If you want sweet moments of romance.
Something's whispering to stop but you can't
'Cause once started these dances never end.

Чудовий місяць березень.
В цю пору є прекрасний день,
Що є восьмим днем весни,
Днем пробудження всієї земної краси.

Бажаю тобі залишатися такою ж красивою,
Як пурпуровою трояндою
Та такою ж молодою,
Як стрункою сосною.