Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll have woke up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: Isn't something missing?
You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'd be sacrificed, You won't try for me, not now. Though I'd die to know you love me, I'm all alone. Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. I know what you do to yourself, Shudder deep and cry out: Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?
And if I bleed, I'll bleed, Knowing you don't care. And if I sleep just to dream of you And wake without you there, Isn't something missing?
Пожалуйста, пожалуйста, прости меня, Но я не вернусь домой. Возможно, однажды утром ты проснёшься, И вдруг, сам того не сознавая, скажешь в пустоту: «По-моему, чего-то не хватает…»
Я знаю, что ты не будешь плакать из-за того, что меня нет рядом – Ты забыл обо мне давным-давно. Неужели я так мало для тебя значу? Неужели я для тебя пустое место? Тебе меня не хватает? Неужели никто по мне не скучает?
Хотя я и буду жертвой, Ты не станешь искать меня, не сейчас. Я бы жизнь отдала, чтобы узнать, что ты любишь меня, Но я одна. Неужели никто по мне не скучает?
Пожалуйста, пожалуйста, прости меня, Но я не вернусь домой. Я знаю, что с тобой будет. Ты вздрогнешь и воскликнешь: «Чего-то не хватает! Кажется, по мне кто-то скучает!»
Если я буду истекать кровью, я умру, Зная, что тебе всё равно. Я сплю только для того, чтобы видеть тебя во сне. Если я просыпаюсь, а тебя нет рядом, я знаю, Что чего-то не хватает… Please, please forgive me, But I will not be home again. Maybe someday you'll have woke up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: Is not something missing?
You will not cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant ...? Am I so insignificant ...? Is not something missing? Is not someone missing me?
Even though I'd be sacrificed, You will not try for me, not now. Though I'd die to know you love me, I'm all alone. Is not someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me, But I will not be home again. I know what you do to yourself, Shudder deep and cry out: Is not something missing? Is not someone missing me?
And if I bleed, I'll bleed, Knowing you do not care. And if I sleep just to dream of you And wake without you there, Is not something missing?
Please , please forgive me , But I did not come home . Perhaps one day you wake up in the morning , And suddenly , unwittingly , say in the void : " In my opinion, something is missing ... "
I know that you will not cry over the fact that I'm not around - You forgot me long ago. Am I so little to you? Am I to you a blank space ? Is not something missing ? Surely no one for me not bored ?
Although I am a victim , You will not try for me, not now. Though I'd die to know you love me , I'm all alone . Surely no one for me not bored ?
Please , please forgive me , But I did not come home . I know what will happen to you . You shiver and cry out : " Something is missing! It seems to me someone is bored ! "
If I bleed , I'll die , Knowing that you do not care . I sleep just to see you in my dreams . If I wake up , and you're not around , I know , That something is missing ... Смотрите также: | |