And I bleed, I bleed. And I breathe, I breathe no more.
Take a breath and try to draw from my spirit's well. Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child. Lie to me, convince me that I've been sick forever and all of this will make sense when I get better. But I know the difference between myself and my reflection. I just can't help but to wonder Which of us do you love?
So I bleed, I bleed. And I breathe, I breathe no- Bleed, I bleed. And I breathe, I breathe, I breathe, I breathe... no... more.
Raz, dva polse pyati Mama-papa prosti Ya so-shla s uma
