Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll have woke up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: Isn't something missing?
You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'd be sacrificed, You won't try for me, not now. Though I'd die to know you love me, I'm all alone. Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. I know what you do to yourself, Shudder deep and cry out: Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?
And if I bleed, I'll bleed, Knowing you don't care. And if I sleep just to dream of you And wake without you there, Isn't something missing?
Пожалуйста, пожалуйста, прости меня, Но я не вернусь домой. Возможно, однажды утром ты проснёшься, И вдруг, сам того не сознавая, скажешь в пустоту: «По-моему, чего-то не хватает…»
Я знаю, что ты не будешь плакать из-за того, что меня нет рядом – Ты забыл обо мне давным-давно. Неужели я так мало для тебя значу? Неужели я для тебя пустое место? Тебе меня не хватает? Неужели никто по мне не скучает?
Хотя я и буду жертвой, Ты не станешь искать меня, не сейчас. Я бы жизнь отдала, чтобы узнать, что ты любишь меня, Но я одна. Неужели никто по мне не скучает?
Пожалуйста, пожалуйста, прости меня, Но я не вернусь домой. Я знаю, что с тобой будет. Ты вздрогнешь и воскликнешь: «Чего-то не хватает! Кажется, по мне кто-то скучает!»
Если я буду истекать кровью, я умру, Зная, что тебе всё равно. Я сплю только для того, чтобы видеть тебя во сне. Если я просыпаюсь, а тебя нет рядом, я знаю, Что чего-то не хватает… Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll have woke up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: Isn't something missing?
You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant ...? Am I so insignificant ...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'd be sacrificed, You won't try for me, not now. Though I'd die to know you love me, I'm all alone. Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. I know what you do to yourself, Shudder deep and cry out: Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?
And if I bleed, I'll bleed, Knowing you don't care. And if I sleep just to dream of you And wake without you there, Isn't something missing?
Please , please forgive me , But I will not be home . Perhaps one day you wake up in the morning , And suddenly , unwittingly , say to no one: "In my opinion , something is missing ... "
I know that you will not cry because I'm not around - You forgot me long ago. Am I so little to you? Am I a blank space for you ? Is not something missing ? Do not nobody misses me ?
Although I 'd be sacrificed , You will not try for me, not now . Though I'd die to know you love me , I'm all alone . Do not nobody misses me ?
Please , please forgive me , But I will not be home . I know what will happen to you . You shiver and cry out : " Something is missing ! It seems to me someone is bored ! "
If I bleed, I will die , Knowing you do not care. I sleep just to see you in my dreams . If I wake up and you're not around , I know , That something is missing ...