I care about what you think of me,
But I don't care about you that much,
Funny how it works, huh?

I don't care so I didn't pick my words
I rhymed with a help of a site
I do care because I wrote this for you
And my feelings are somewhat bright

I don't care because I chose others over you
I do care because I feel anguish
It's true!
So what am I to you?

Please, cut me off.
I know this was coming.
But I still care about you,
So that's why I'm annoying.

LAisv4s n4ra ir jos nebuvo.
Kur instrukcijos egzistavo,
Ten noras =uvo.

Ten palaidojau a6 paskutin3 savo l1stel3
ten a6 nusprend=iau mirti,
Palengva.

A6 palau=iau save,
miriau judesy
Ir atradau laisv3 sapne.

nes a6 skraidau Auk6tai suvokdama,
Laisv4 kai m1stau,
kai la=au taisykles.

Obuolių ir cinamono kvapas šoka ore,
Arbata garuoja, tad skubėk!
Dar atšals patyliukais skonis,
Dar pro langą pabėgs...

Židinys pradės juoktis,
Žarijos pilsis it iš krioklio,
Geltonas pledas, kuris šį šaltą vakarą tau draugas,
Apglėbs ir apsaugos.

Televizorius, elektros prisiryjęs,
Tau "***** dancing" transliuos,
Šaltis, netyčia atklydęs,
Vakaro nesujauks :)

Blizgučiais žėri šiąnakt dangus
Kaip tamsa jis apgobs mus
Tačiau tavo šypsena - tokia graži
Ji tempte tempia į sapnus

Kur mes bėgam senamiesčio takais?
Ko taip lekiam išdegusiomis akimis?
Nutempk mane, gražioji mūza, į skersgatvį
Kuždėk svajones, mielus niekus, paslaptis

Mūza! Tu tokia kerinti
Ne, neliesiu aš tavęs!
Neteršiu tavo lūpų savomis
Tačiau tu neklausai manęs...

Kūnas prie kūno
Lūpos šilkinės - tokios godžios!
Paskutinį orą pavogusios, taria mano vardą
Jėgos apleidžia mano kojas

Tegu Vilnius užsičiaupia
Dabar ir per amžius!
Dabar tu mano
O aš tavo
Tikiuosi šiąnakt
Įkyrios akys pamirš mus

A toast to the bride
She got up late at noon
With a wicked mosquito entourage
That ****** her soul dry 'till the rise of the moon

A toast to the bride
For putting on her least favourite dress
For putting up with a mere thought
Of laying with him in the same matress

A toast to the bride
With eyes alive no more
She walks proudly towards towards the church
Getting ready to see a coffin behind the door

A toast to the bride
Everyone still alive in the facility celebrates
While she cries for her future
The priest clangs his glass with his fellow mates

A toast to the groom
A toast to the bride
Both are dead
But only one is moving and alive

A nice commodity.
Just a pile of letters, smashed together.
A heart and feeling behind as a meaning,
Is gone as it usually doesn't matter.

1, 2....13...45?
I lost the count of how many times,
I did it. I murdered it's meaning,
I only left cursive lines.

Give me my "sorrys" and "apologies" back,
I just wish I haven't given them away so soon,
If I knew that after those, which were worth a dime to a penny,
Came little useless sounds, that prolonged doom.