Firth year of Millennium was over It tried the best to lead my love for nowhere When I was lying in my bed and weeping I thought: if life without You worth living? It's half past two a.m. - that doesn't matter... Or maybe when I die it would be better? I saw You making love with someone else But... could You feel the shaking of my hands? Or falling of my tears? The whispering "he can't be yours" in ears You couldn't hear... Because You spent Your time in seventh heaven While I was burning in the round number seven It's half past three a.m. - that doesn't matter... How many centuries will pass 'til I feel better? The dreadful signs were tearing my skin I saw them and got turning like a spin Got strongest poison running through my veins Got cruel reaction binding me in chains "Don't break my heart!" I shouted one more time What have I done to You? What kind of crime? The last convulsion - I woke up and died... Oh why I couldn't hold You? If I might? | 
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