закатилось солнце моё, как кольцо под алтарь,
но старушки беду отвести обещали задаром.

как мертвец, я невестой земле не своей отдана.
на беду ли, на веру ли прячу кольцо под алтарь.

в вуали чёрной холодеет ночь, рисуя в небе новую звезду.
мне магии твоей не превозмочь, попыток тщетных я не совершу.
мне слёзы выжгла новая беда, кругом кресты, кругом одни могилы…
а мне б дожить бы только до утра, но только где бы взять на это силы?

I will turn myself into a gun, because it’s all I have,
because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own;

They’re humouring you. They don’t want a woman. A woman is difficult. Hysterical. And you can never really find one who will ever stay. A couple more years, you’ll probably want a baby. And even if they don’t say that to your face, that’s what they’re thinking.

i was never welcome here. without backs to the wall the darkness would fall, we never quite thought.
- we could lose it all.

she knew herself, how she had slowly, over years, become a cat, a wolf, a snake,
anything but a girl.

no one is now what they were before the war.
there's just no getting any of it back.

'if after all this, I'm still sad when you're gone forever, what does that make me -
a forgiving kind-hearted soul or a masochist?'

'i’ll cut my soul in pieces,
and breathe half into you,'

'You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet. You have not made that place yet. You are here. You are here. You’re still right here..'

I’ll pretend that I don’t know. no matter what I may hear about you… I’ll pretend that I didn’t hear it. so, promise me this.
that you’ll pretend that you didn’t heart it. I’m scared… because I feel like you know everything without me even telling you.

'Это новый какой-то уровень, левел, раунд; белым-бело.
Эй, а делать-то что? Слова собирать из льдин?
Мы истошно живые, слышишь, смотри в табло.
На нем циферки.
Пять.
Четыре.
Три.
Два.
Один.'

“if you're looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it's love. and when you love someone you just, you…you don't stop, ever... “

'how exciting – how nice, to have a little love – but what am I to do?'

'show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and i will show you how it still shines like gold'.

Innocence, once lost, can never be regained.
Darkness, once gazed upon, can never be lost.

'those nights when you convince yourself that everyone has evacuated this universe,
even the dead, and that you are the last living being here, the last ghost'

из крайности в крайность уже не бросает, даже сам воздух спасает
в этом пронзающем городе. правда шрамов всё равно нам не скрыть.
мы когда-то, возможно, напоминали неприступные укрепления, слишком гордые,
теперь нас ничто не стоит покорить, медленно разбирать и обязательно до конца сломать. ©

I'm so good at beginnings, but in the end I always seem to destroy everything, including myself.

успокойся,
никто не лезет
тебе ни в койку,
ни в глотку,
ни даже в душу. ©

'disconnect and self destruct one
bullet at a time
what's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die'

'It is not meant to be loud, it’s more of a romance, quiet, melancholy;
it should give the impression of gazing tenderly
at a place which brings to the mind a thousand dear memories.
It is a sort of meditation in beautiful spring weather, but by moonlight.'

я влюблен, а ты в меня – «быть может»