Was changed –
It’ll never be the same.
Was changed –
The place, the time, the name…
And nothing’s left to recognize.
Was changed forever – pay the price.

Was changed
Before you’ve ever known.
Was changed –
The feeling of your own.
It’s like a knife that’s near your neck.
Was changed forever – no comeback.

Was changed –
It’ll never be the same.
Was changed –
And nobody’s to blame.
That’s how it goes – you loose, you get…
Was changed forever – so, forget.

Was changed –
That love you’re clinging to.
Was changed –
And nothing more to do.
And soon your memories will burn.
Was changed – don’t ask it to return.

I am a window which is open to your souls,
On summer day through me the sunlight falls,
And someone calls:
Don’t stay – come out or in!
But I’m a window – and my fate’s to be between.

Between the silence of the house and sounds of street,
Between the clouds on high and flowers at my feet.
I’m where they meet –
The earth and clear skies.
I am a window and through me the music flies.

One side of me is no, the other’s – yes.
The fingers of the rainbow I caress.
And I possess
Reflection of your face.
I am a window – and the air I embrace.

Let the rain fall down from the crying skies,
Let it land on a silent guitar.
When the tears fly from the heaven’s eyes
At the end of the rainbow we are.
On the road of light, in the stream of sound
Where the stripes of all colours do run
Our pot of gold we have finally found
Right between silver strings and the sun.

Coming from the clouds, fighting with the dark,
Falling out from some secret place
Multicolored tail of a rainbow’s arc
Touches earth with its gentle rays.
And I know in this place something magic starts
When I hold your hand in my hand
And the summer flows through our fingers and hearts –
At the end of the rainbow we stand.

Where the red meets the orange it’s sunset of June,
Face of moon in the night yellow is,
Green is afternoon walk, blue is favorite tune
And the purple – the time you I miss.
So let the rain fall down on a silent guitar
And let the sun smile bright through the rain.
Our dreams are here, our fears are far –
We are chasing our rainbow again.

Forgive and you will save your love – you say,
But I don’t feel this way about the treason.
The one who was unfaithful – will he stay
When new temptation darkens sense and reason?

Yes, when you love it’s easy to forgive,
The words of pardon – ready to be spoken.
But where you’ll find a new strength to believe,
New strength to trust the vows that once were broken?

How can betrayal leave a heart the same?
How can you ruin something that’s crossed out?
He ruined it who sees a love as game
And there’s no love where there’s a place for doubt.

Oh, if I loved you – tempting thing to do,
I’d not survive to learn that you’re untrue.

Some just laugh and some are frightened just like me –
Speaking vividly with someone we don’t see,
Mad old woman going home by metro train
Smiles so kindly that I feel like I’m insane.
And though someone that she talks to isn’t here,
I am feeling like his lines I almost hear.
- Tell the driver to go faster, can we fly?
(Then there’s pause – I guess that’s time for his reply)
- Tell him President is going by this train!
(Maybe she is just a product of my brain?)
- Go to gallery – that’s something we can do!
(No, I swear that this young woman sees her too!)
- All we hear about is submarines – that’s fun!
(Then she tells about her childhood to someone
Who’s invisible… A crazy conversation.
Maybe really she’s my hallucination?…)
This I’ll never know – we’re coming to my station…
……………………………………………………
Damn this headache – am I really going mad?
Man is carrying plastic bag with someone’s head…

I got a lonely state of mind,
I feel like stranger in a crowd,
For I am always deaf and blind
Where speak too much, where laugh too loud.

Got no desire to amuse
Myself in their friendly chats,
And I don’t care what’s in their news
As I don’t care what’s in their hearts.

Don’t want to play their stupid games
Too false and empty for my taste,
Don’t even want to know their names –
Of time and memories a waste.

I guess I’ll never ever find
No comfort in a more-than-two.
I got a lonely state of mind…
And yet – I’m lonely without you.

Deeper than fear,
Darker than death,
Chilling and freezing,
Taking the breath.
Shadow of emptiness –
Hungry black hole.
Eating your memories,
Drinking your soul,
Deadening and deafening,
Swallowing sense.
When it’s beside you
There’s no defense.
Oceans of sadness
Rising in you,
Blinding pure madness,
Nightmares come true.
Consuming emotions,
Absorbing the dreams,
Filling your body
With millions of screams,
Leaves you dispirited,
Broken, destroyed,
Steals every moment
You’ve ever enjoyed.
Night with no morning,
A gulf, an abyss…
Stay – the dementor
Blows you a kiss…

A night's torn apart
By his desperate cry,
Inside of your heart
Something's starting to die.
The most mournful sound
That you ever have heard –
Pain hidden inside
Of invisible bird.
And chilled to the bones you are holding the breath –
An augrey's foretelling a rain or a death?

The smell of the storm
Air is stuffy and wet,
The fear is dragging you
Into its net.
Perhaps it is really
The end of it all?
Or may be the drops
Will be starting to fall…

And into the darkness you're staring again –
An augrey's foretelling a death or a rain?…

I’m sinking in the rain –
In endless stream of sound,
In silent noise of pain
Of life I haven’t found.
The silver wall of water makes me blind.
I leave behind
The smell of sun and spring.
I can no longer hear
Your voice. In rain I sink.
In rain with you not near.

I’m sinking in the rain.
Through heart the water falls
And breathless I remain
When voice of moonlight calls.
The glass is full of dry and lonely tears.
It disappears –
Your smile that made me sing.
And nobody’s to trust…
In hopeless rain I sink.
In rain of broken past.

Forever actor playing roles –
I’m always on the stage.
A chance to live a million souls
And yet – a perfect cage.

For playing roles becomes your life
And this will never end.
The more in other’s masks you dive –
The easier to pretend.

I played in love for million times
On stage and far from it,
In prose, in song and dance, in rhymes –
To every role I fit.

I can be tender, faithful, kind
Or weak in passion’s duel,
Or mad from jealousy and blind,
Imperious and cruel.

And it’s impossible to say
What’s false and what is real,
And yet when by my side you play
A flame so true I feel.
And though I don’t know from the start
What words are in this role,
To be your lover – that’s the part
Most favorite of all.

You love them – sisters
Just as they are.
In their best moments,
In going far,
When acting stupid,
When acting great,
When being hasty
Or being late.

You love them – sisters
Not needing point.
When they amaze you
Or disappoint,
When they are tender,
When they are near,
When they ignore you
Or just don’t hear.

You love them – sisters
With all your heart,
When they act crazy,
When they act smart.
And when by quarrel
Your heart is torn
You still thank heaven
That they’ve been born.

You love them – sisters
In right or wrong,
They’re one and only
For all life long.
Can’t find another,
Don’t need a new.
And as a sister
I’m loving you.

Left, disappeared, vanished, gone…
Whatever – only not the one
Most terrible and final word
Unbearable for being heard.

When it’s unspoken – hope’s still there.
I won’t resign to this nightmare.
Whatever – only not to learn
The bitter truth of no-return.

Against this truth I’m holding still
I’ll call him and come back he will
To love, to care, to feel the pain –
He’ll shake his hair and fight again.

I won’t surrender, won’t believe –
And he’ll be there, and breathe, and live…

Left, disappeared, vanished, gone…
I know there’s nothing to be done –
It’s past already. Yet I feel
This word aloud will make it real.

I know it – mad as it may sound –
It’s me who’ll cause the mortal wound,
Who’ll kill him when the word is said.
Left, disappeared, vanished…
  Dead?… 

When you’re not ready it will come
To merry song a sad refrain.
A nervous beat of anxious drum
Will blow your heart,
Will fire your brain.

However deep, however strong
You always make the same mistake –
A ghost of something going wrong
Will make your hands
And feelings shake.

And it’s a dog
Who walks behind –
You feel its breath
So close, so near.
It’s on a hunt to have you dead
And you don’t dare to turn your head
And find there’s no one here.

And it’s a chill
Of sudden sound
Behind the bathroom door
You hear.
You’ve no idea what is that,
You’re all alone in empty flat –
Fear, fear, fear.

Behind a happy smile it’ll grow,
On summer day a thought of dust.
From the first breath we’re bound to know
There’ll come a day
We’ll breathe our last.

You have to fight this gloom, and yet
It’ll eat your time and it’s too late.
Your life is caught into the net –
Of fated end
The endless wait.

And it’s a dog
Who walks behind –
You feel its breath
So close, so near.
It’s on a hunt to have you dead
And you don’t dare to turn your head
And find there’s no one here.

And it’s a chill
Of sudden sound
Behind the bathroom door
You hear.
You’ve no idea what is that,
You’re all alone in empty flat –
Fear, fear, fear.

And it’s a pause
Physician takes
Before the diagnosis’
Said.
One single moment – yet it can
Make the most reasonable man
A creature weak and mad.

And it’s a dream
You can’t wake from –
You run, but exits
Disappear.
A deafening silence on the phone
And you’re to face it on your own –
Fear, fear, fear…

You will not be a trembling fool,
Secure and calm in perfect love
You will not let this darkness rule –
Inside our arms
We’re safe enough.

And you’ll believe it has no chance,
All dangers seem so far away
And then it’ll take you all at once –
Sense will be gone,
One thing will stay –

And it’s a dog
Who walks behind –
You feel its breath
So close, so near.
It’s on a hunt to have you dead
And you don’t dare to turn your head
And find there’s no one here.

And it’s a chill
Of sudden sound
Behind the bathroom door
You hear.
You’ve no idea what is that,
You’re all alone in empty flat –
Fear, fear, fear.

A portrait of happiness –
One moment of us,
A flame of emotion
Caught by a piece of ancient glass
Hanging on the wall –
Is it really all
That’s left –
Memory of reflection?

What’s there in the mirror
When we turn away?
What’s there in the mirror
When we lost the way?
Your foreign face,
My ruined faith,
My empty hands,
Your empty gaze?
Is there an answer
What was it all for?
What’s there in the mirror
When we can look at it no more?

If you could deceive
I never will trust,
If forever’s just some years
Then nothing can last
In this fickle world
And it leaves me cold
To learn
Taste of a new betrayal.

What’s there in the mirror
When we close our eyes?
The promises broken,
The tearing of ties?
And does it show
The hardest row
That swallowed light
We used to know?
Who’s lost, who’s the winner
And what was the score?
What’s there in the mirror
When we can look at it no more?

Changing “the one”
For “one of the crowd”,
Being proud
Of being a part,
Being apart from me
Do you feel more free
Today
Or is it a new illusion?

And if you want your self-conception
Unclouded to be, 
You’d better believe that it’s me,
That it’s me
Who cut the rope
Who killed the hope,
Who burned the bridge
And shut the door –
But
I’m there in the mirror
You just don’t look at it no more…

What’s there in the mirror
When we turn away?
Are looks we’ve forgotten
Still there to stay?
Oh can it hold
This feeling old,
The vows and memories
Not yet sold?
And maybe inside it
We smile as before?
It’s still in the mirror –
But we can look at it no more…
It’s still in the mirror –
We just can look at it no more…
We’ll never look at it no more…

A portrait of happiness –
One moment of us,
A flame of emotion
Caught by a piece of ancient glass
Hanging on the wall –
Is it really all
That’s left –
Memory of reflection?

First it is silence – nothing’s yet begun,
White sheet of silence, meeting of the eyes,
Birth of the story – who will be the one
To start our world by breaking of the ice?

Then there are words – first awkward, finding way,
Then fast, excited, full of joy and laugh.
Exchanging lives we’re talking all the day,
But still it seems for words life’s not enough.

Then it is silence – nothing’s to explain,
Warm summer silence, where no words in need.
A happy bliss – our thoughts, our dreams, our pain
Without a sound so easily we read.

Then there are words – first awkward, foreign, tense,
We loose the meaning, yet we still pretend.
Then loud offences, shouting… and we sense,
That words and feelings’ coming to an end…

Then it is silence – nothing’s to be said,
Blind heavy silence, wide and cold as glass.
Sound of your name’s not heard and music’s dead,
No note is left in melody of us…

Then it is silence…
Then it is…
Then…

Don’t call me cynical –
I’m quite the reverse.
I just carefully choose
What I’m believing in.
And I’m not quite sure
Is it a blessing or curse,
But I guess I was born
With that skeptical, skeptical grin.

So when I hear about
Some promised paradise,
My eyebrows start to rise,
My eyebrows start to rise.

And when they speak of finding
In depth of mud a pearl,
My lips begin to curl,
My lips begin to curl.

And nothing at all can erase
That skeptical grin, that skeptical grin,
That skeptical grin from my face.

Don’t call me cynical –
I’m just not naive,
And of feelings of others
I try to care.
But what should I say
To those who believe
They can read just one book
And become a millionaire?

I’d say:
When you try to give me
Some “really good” advice,
Don’t want to seem too rude,
But my eyebrows start to rise.

And when I hear a tale
Of some golden boy or girl,
I try to be polite,
But my lips begin to curl.

And nothing at all can erase
That skeptical grin, that skeptical grin,
That skeptical grin from my face.

Please, believe if you wish
In some fortune’s touch,
And god can exist
If you want him to be,
But as far as I know
It will not help us much
In a world where from birth
We’re condemned, we’re condemned to be free.

Santa-Clause,
Heaven so close,
Ghosts walking through walls,
Churches saving our souls,
Promises made by politicians,
Professional wizards, witches, magicians,
People raising from dead,
People not dying,
Intergalactical plates
Flying and flying –
 
Nothing at all can erase
That skeptical grin, that skeptical grin,
That skeptical grin from my face.

Yet when with you I’m talking,
It’s really a surprise –
My eyebrows rest in peace,
Don’t even try to rise.

And when you’re close beside me,
My feelings’ in a whirl –
My lips don’t want to curl,
My lips don’t want to curl.

And you’re the one who can for a while
Turn my skeptical grin, turn my skeptical grin,
Turn my skeptical grin into smile…

……………………….

Yeah, when I hear about
Some promised paradise,
No, no – don’t make me laugh! (My eyebrows start to rise),
My eyebrows start to rise.

And when they speak of finding
In depth of mud a pearl,
Well, do you really mean it? (My lips begin to curl),
My lips begin to curl.

And nothing at all can erase
That skeptical grin, that skeptical grin,
That skeptical grin from my face.

We’re dreaming of being the whole
For wholesome is happiness. But
Too late we shall find
We got lost in the feelings
Or terms – and were just a part.

Last memory before the death,
Last flash of thought – what it will be?
When you are giving your last breath
For desperate pleading: “Look at me!”

Will you remember at first place
How you were naked, trapped, unmasked
Before his unforgiving gaze,
And you were whispering: “I… have asked”.

Or will you see that blackest day
When pain and grief had turned you mad,
When all the world was swept away
And you were crying: “Don’t! Gone…Dead”.

Or will it be the moment when
You learn – the stealing’s not enough
To own her gift to other man –
Her sacred name and “Lots of love”?

Or, maybe, it will be at last
A touch of peace before it ends –
Bright sun, the innocence of past,
And she is saying: “We are friends”.

And then the black eyes meet the green
And they are all you want to see.
Your light, your pain, your crime, your sin,
Your hope and prayer. Look… at… me…