Короч, я плохо английский знаю, так что говорите, ежели что.
A broken heart, a broken violin.*
I could remember sky with lonely star,
My soul was never light, yours – never dark.
I hear your silent voice, you may come in.
I could be right, but you are never wrong.
You judge yourself, I try to stay alive.
You come with flowers, I prepare my knife.
I see your blessing eyes, you may go on.
A broken heart – so violent and proud
Remembers words, which you will never say.
A knife gives freedom, flowers bring a pain.
I stay in love with you. You should get out.
* stolen - www.stihi.ru/2014/11/23/11833