My Love is Poison

You haven’t seen my true face yet
Watch out, before your life’s destroyed
Go on, please leave!
Or else I’ll hurt you!
 

Your blood will freeze if you stay with me
I know that then you’ll lose everything
Go on, please leave!
Or else I’ll hurt you!
 

Because my love will poison you
A cure doesn’t exist, unfortunately
My love, and you’ll be destroyed
My love is poison
My love is poison
 

My pretty face is just a mask 1
Watch out, or else you’ll break your neck
Listen, please!
I’m no good for you
 

Your life will dry up if you love me
Let go before you’ve completely succumbed to me
Listen, please!
I’m no good for you
 

Because my love will poison you
A cure doesn’t exist, unfortunately
My love will poison you
My love, and you’ll be destroyed
My love is poison
 

I’m addicted to you, I’ll take every side effect
Just give me the poison that’s so important to me
I have nothing to lose, please give it to me again
This time I’ll just take it all. How I end? Medical,
Dose: Lethal
 

Because my love will poison you
A cure doesn’t exist, unfortunately
My love, and you’ll be destroyed
My love is poison
 

Your love, your love is poison (My love is poison)
Your love, your love is poison (My love is poison)
 

• 1. my pretty face ‘fogs the view’ is a bit more literate but I couldn’t think of a way to keep the word fog

In one country...

In one country, no matter whose or when,
they loved their home -grown hangmen.
And there were those who didn't like them,
but they were first to be hanged.
 


poetic

Our Song

Is this what freedom is?
The dog running in front of me,
jumping against my knees?
When April comes and breaks the ice?
When I see how happy you are from afar?
 

Is this freedom?
The piles of books in my room,
and wilting plants?
Look, my love
 

I know that I closed the window
and drove you away
You left for corners of the world they talk about
in pictures and songs
in pictures and songs
 

I know that I closed the window
And drove you away
And our room became a museum
That's how good I am
 

This is freedom:
A heart ripped in half
And a pearl drop streaming down my cheek
Our anniversary strips the trees,
and I leave our song on
 

And I know that I closed the window
and drove you away
You left for corners of the world they talk about
in pictures and songs
in pictures and songs
 

I know that I closed the window
And drove you away
And our room became a museum
That's how good I am
 

Scattered life

I go out at night, looking for somewhere to hold on,
something to feel, something to live that’s worth it.
And all this is placed in a wrong setting,
like a nightmare that I cannot avoid.
 

Scattered life, lost dreams
and burned feelings,
a prison in which I lock up
what I felt for you.
 

Scattered life and its pieces
thrown away.
What can I tell you, since I don't have you
I don't exist either.
 

I lose myself more and more every day
in words, in pointless sleepless nights.
I am being carried away by the road that has no return,
but I don't care, I am tired of everything.
 

Scattered life, lost dreams
and burned feelings,
a prison in which I lock up
what I felt for you.
 

Scattered life and its pieces
thrown away.
What can I tell you, since I don't have you
I don't exist either.