В колонках играет - Mylene Farmer
Настроение сейчас - stupid impulse of my soul

I never wanted love to know.
Excuse this stupid impulse of my soul…
It’s devasted, empty, lost,
But I remember something was…
Some thoughts, some dreams in empty head...
The world, my dear, was too bad.
And weakness, tears, cry…
I feel that our senses dye…
I killed them… violence, okay.
I don’t need it but you may...
You’re able try to come to me
And put yourself please on your knee…
It will be pleasant but not more...
I told you that it would be war…