No, tak normální článek zřejmě nebude. Nedokážu napsat jedinou kloudnou větu. Ale psaní nesmyslnejch anglickejch textů, to by mi šlo. No, teda nešlo. Ono je to stejně fuk. Jo a stihla jsem už nastavit ten novej design, opět je jednoduchej jak popová píseň, ale je takovej pěkně temnej. Dělala jsem ho už hrozně dávno v PhotoShopu (a mezitim jsem naprosto zapomněla, jak se mi to povedlo) a až teprv teď jsem byla dostatečně pilná na to, abych ho poupravila a rozsekala tak, aby seděl.
Jo hlavně doufám, že se to písmo nečte blbě, kdyžtak mi něco kvákněte.
No, dost keců a zde máte jeden z mejch novejch anglickejch žvástů... Název viz nadpis a mí to dvě části, kdybyste se třeba divili, co tam dělá ta kurzíva.
(Ale hlavně jsem sem chtěla dát něco delšího, abych viděla, jak to na tom designu vypadá, haha)
Another hell
From the cradle to the grave
She went in one fated day
Blessed with purest, loving heart
Which they decided to break apart
Lost everything she should have
If she'd try to change the world
Her dream full of silent lies
Deep in her mind alone dies
From the cradle to the grave
Lasted beautiful fairytale
Destroyed letter with her tears
Destroyed life with immortal fears
Whatever she asked, they've lied
Didn't want to make her cry
Hoping she will smile one day
Thinking everything is ok
As in another hell I lay
Leaving the fairytale
As I forgot prince's name
I can't do things in easy way
Please guard me from every word
From every killing sharpened sword,
Please don't take me what I get
Do not let me forget
The tales I know
All the tales I know
All the beauty I have seen
All of my secret dreams
Do not let them disappear
Oh, stop knocking on my door
Let me suffer no more
I hear footsteps wrecking floor
Fly you closer, Nevermore...
Promise
I would rather leave than to lose
Rather disappear than to see my muse
Being hugged by a traitor
Nothing can be more than few
That's the only thing I ever knew
I love all the sorrow I feel
For it, I would murder and steal
I can't hate, cause I feel sorry
About your damned life, about your hurry
I can't laugh, cause I am fine
Because the anger is not mine
"It is the disunity, whispering those breathtaking sentences
And repeating them the whole dreamless night"
"You shall die, I promise you
And everything but your rage,
Hatred and envy will
Escort you to our graveyard!
You can't win..."
From the cradle to the grave
Lasted beautiful fairytale
Destroyed face with her tears
Destroyed life with immortal fears...