автор: osi4kata

(Rock Ballad)

Like a bohemian, lost on the tide,
Like a firefly with no fire inside,
Like the wind through hollow bone,
Like a love that’s turned to stone.
Like a soul with arms spread wide,
Nailed in place, nowhere to hide,
While the rain keeps falling down,
In grief’s own storm, I’ll drown…

But don’t you dare to pity me,
I’m not broken, I’m just free…

Don’t try to heal me — can’t you see?
Madness is where I’m meant to be.
Above the fools, above the vain,
Above the world’s sharp-toothed disdain.
Don’t try to cure me, let me stay,
I chose my errors, come what may.

I hang between the truth and lies,
Between the real and dreamer’s skies,
At the edge where reason bends,
At the gate where madness sends
Every whisper, every call —
I’m not falling, I stand tall.
No, I’m not a tragedy,
I’m just waiting patiently…

And maybe madness holds the key,
To the soul I’m meant to be…

Don’t try to heal me — can’t you see?
Madness is where I’m meant to be.
Above the fools, above the vain,
Above the world’s sharp-toothed disdain.
Don’t try to cure me, let me stay,
I chose my errors, come what may.

On an island, far from shore,
Madness builds a town once more,
Crickets play in ragged time,
Winds turn sorrow into rhyme.
Holy madness, take me high,
Past the limits of the sky…

Don’t try to heal me — can’t you see?
Madness is where I’m meant to be.
Above the fools, above the vain,
Above the world’s sharp-toothed disdain.
Don’t try to cure me, let me stay,
I chose my errors, come what may…

Yes, madness is where I’ll stay…