Translated by Neon.
They know me well,
only need to have a look
to answer question
"What is this person?".
Without words they can decode my thoughts.
Telepaths with increasing levels of hatred.
If they only knew how I fell, when I looking at them.
Maybe they know,
and just want to finish me off?
I'm not one of them, but I'm guessing
that I really know my value in their mind.
I did not choose this,
but I'm a loner,
because everyone with who I want to make contact disappears.
More often they ignore, what I have to say.
Conclusion is one -
- they don't want my shade.
Balances between the spirit and physical body.
Once their eyes can not see me,
once I'm top theme.
Just a shame that the news is a mockery
And truth
is still unknow.
Why did not you say everything in the face?
Something seems to me,
that you're not sure what you preach.
You heard accidentally,
also adding something yours.
You create a fairy tale, invented stories.
Write a book
and you won't count sold copies.
Place it on the shelf,
next to all of science fiction.
When it comes to your talent, you are the master of chatter.
Too bad that you can not hear it.
You ain't analyze, you quickly pull out your conclusion,
That's why, not otherwise described my character.
I don't care
about what you all think about me.
I know person, which I am,
I know her all my life.