I'm not dripped potions , spells do not read ,
Does not live under my bed performer desires.
A weak woman , I - I am not able to conjure ,
It is not what you thought , or a witch or fairy.
I can not leave you alone ,
And I can not stop dreaming constantly .
Not on purpose , I became your paranoia ,
I do not know how this could happen.
Do not be afraid , my dear , it's just a feeling,
Not controllable power of delight and sadness ,
And sweet sensations are intolerable ,
It always happens to those who love strong.
Do not beg me to do everything the way it was ,
It's not me in your heart pin stabbed ,
I do not understand why again do hurt,
My tenderness and cruelty quite uncontrollably.
Does not explain why the glamor and tears
That's why you're sick I was .
There are no answers to these questions ,
Not on purpose , I became your paranoia.
Do not be afraid , my dear , it's just a feeling,
Not controllable power of delight and sadness ,
And sweet sensations are intolerable ,
It always happens to those who love strong.
I do not own your soul, do not possess the body,
Nothing is going on with you, you did everything himself .
I accept as a drug with torture and happiness,
So always proihodit with people blinded passion.
I am so weak, so helpless , so vulnerable ,
I fall, if not for that will be held .
Chaos in my head , and in the eyes of perspiration,
It seems ridiculous - from me to defend.
I do not know any psychotropic secrets
Neither sophisticated traps or combat tactics .
It's just love, there is no fault of my own in this ,
Not on purpose , I became your paranoia.
Do not be afraid , my dear , it's just a feeling,
Not controllable power of delight and sadness ,
And sweet sensations are intolerable ,
It always happens to those who love strong.
I do not own your soul, do not possess the body,
Nothing is going on with you - you did everything himself .
I accept as a drug with torture and happiness,
It always happens to people blinded passion.
