Так. Грамматику англискую забыла в ноль. надо будет вспоминать...
This empty room, and kandel on the table
I look around, tied, ill and lost
I search for life, secury and something stable
and look for love. thats it. at most.
This scaring voice, who knows what it bring
on wings of night and stars and dreams?
For chance a bird will otside, there, sing
and sky will go darker then it seems.
I take my Teddy with my to bed
and cuddle there in the light of fire
all will be just like once he sed:
The prince will easily turn into Lier.
I look around: empty room, and nothing
and can a man belive?! too hadr!
I soo it on the table, blody with the ink
some one must have it left hear: Hart!