If you enjoy crying

Little white flowers will never awaken you.

Boring night.

No šīs dienas es pārstāju ēst.

Kā lai aizmieg tik gaišā naktī.

Katru vakaru dodos pie miera, cerot, ka atkal redzēšu tevi sapnī.

Lai Dievs mums visiem palīdz!

Saskaldiet manas plaušas.

Jaunajā gadā gribētu nomirt.

I'm a God, I'm a sister,
Yeah I drink and I smoke,
I've been on some shit,
Midde finger to the law, nigga,
I'm not just a number,
I'm a hitter and a lover,
I'm not just a pretty girl.

Dievam nav suņa.

So I am a victim of a crime.

If you enjoy crying,
then tonight I will show you
how it can rain with tears of scarlet.

Vai mums vispār pastāvētu atmiņas jēdziens, ja mums nepiemistu spēja aizmirst?

There is a legend about a bird
which sings just once in its life,
more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.
From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree,
and does not rest until it has found one.
Then, singing among the savage branches,
it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine.
And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale.
One superlative song, existence the price.
But the whole world stills to listen,
and God in His heaven smiles.
For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain....
Or so says the legend

Where to go?
I don't know.

Sarkanas rozes baltā sniegā.

Es varētu vemt asaras.

Show me how to hate the world.

Scared as hell.

heishy ir gudrākais čalis cibā.