Оно жн, но перевод мой:
Not Any More
I do not believe you anymore,
I’m waiting for you no longer.
Our miserable love line, I tore.
Memories of you I will never conjure
If blizzards wail and howl,
with problems whirling around.
You’re behind bars like injured fowl,
because love once lost won’t be found.
Remember the one that loved you.
Remember the one that was waiting.
She was singing the song, oh, so blue
with your words of desire, just dating.
She’s now been so twisted by life,
the image of you, now in memory.
How she once hoped to be your wife,
She’ll now stay by herself for a century.
She would come on first call of yours,
she supported and comforted thoroughly.
Appeared before you, whenever, with cures
She’ll stay the same girl undoubtedly.
But she won’t let you, don’t wonder,
into her heart full of kindness.
Another is warmed by her far away, yonder,
He loves her so much, that it’s mindless.
She remembers your present, white clover,
and will never seem to forget.
She erases the past o’ and over,
She’s stopped loving you, you can bet.
So when it ever appears in your mind,
in your blindness and stubborn ferocity.
You called it love, how unkind,
guided by beauty, only your eyes see.
Earthly beauty is only a shell.
More important is what is inside.
One’s eyesight is a weak way, as well.
Choose beauty of soul as your guide.
- Arisha Sven