Girl,the perfect way to be born.
The World was not waiting for your call.
It leaves you selling your lost to bees.
Yeah,well,pay your duties for the blessing peels.
Someone's believes died tonight.
Stay by the bitter chains now.
Inhaling galloping riot to me.
I admit it's me.

As Dazzle Golden Fields view the sigh.
To missing days where I was not born yet.
Pouring my pain over myself.
Waiting.Waiting.
My World has gone.
Now my misery is welcome here.
Hey,18 years old girl.
Bare yourself tragedy.

Western suns moan.
Till the fucked up wind
in my head will let go.

Pouring  my rapture over myself.
Winter fad is closing its' season time.
Now my heart is free to follow roads.

Boy,the perfect way to be born.
The World was waiting for your call.
It leaves you selling charms to charmless.



(I put myself into self pityness because I wasn't planned to
be born on the contrary my little brother who was born after
18 years .I believed that children who're planned to be born
into this world would be much more lucky than those who're
not )