Я БУДУ КАК ЦВЕТОК!

Sell me to the West. Sell me to the West, or rather to the East. I will be so submissive. I will be like a flower to bloom at Night, to bloom in your garden and transform Into a beautiful dream. I'm a runaway, I'm a runaway slave. A pagan, a dancer. Just guys not looking for an excuse. I search roles now. I'll forget the free city from now on. I'll never be a bride. I'll never be a princess. I am a runaway slave. Sell me to the West. Sell me to the West. Улыбка мастера, как лезвие ножа. А в моих нервах выжженное поле. Я так устала на краю дрожать в Чужой игре, лишившись права воли. Запри, засовы, выход зачеркни. Пусть эта клеть мне станет колыбелью. Я так давно считаю только дни Вдали от мамы и седой метели. I'm a runaway, I'm a runaway slave. A pagan, a dancer. Just guys not looking for an excuse. I search roles now. I'll forget the free city from now on. I'll never be a bride. I'll never be a princess. I am a runaway slave. Sell me to the West. Sell me to the West. I'll never be a bride. I'll never be a princess. I'm a runaway slave. Sell me to the West. Продай меня на Запад, а лучше на Восток. Я буду так покорна, я буду, как цветок, Ночами распускаться, цвести в твоем саду и Перевоплощаться В красивую мечту. I'm a runaway, I'm a runaway slave. A pagan, a dancer. Just guys not looking for an excuse. I search roles now. I'll forget the free city from now on. I'll never be a bride. I'll never be a princess. I am a runaway slave. Sell me to the West. Sell me to The West. Sell me to the West.