In that abandoned garden I walk toward you, I've been through hundreds of hardsh

In that abandoned garden I walk toward you, I've been through hundreds of hardships: Prison, market, train station, Tibet. And no matter how sorrow tries to break my back now, I always believe that light will come at the end of the tunnel. Forget me if I ever become a businessman. Only God sees my muse, I don't brag about my talent. From hooligan poverty I'll pretend to be elegant, Knowing that inside me my mantra drags me down. Not by choice, but by circumstance, On every blacklist everywhere. They all know me by my father, and later — as an artist. But being an artist isn't about them saying, "Sing," It's about being one who loves to make noise and cause a riot. .Forget me if I ever end up in the market. Forget me if I ever do. Forget me if in a nervous fit I pull the trigger. Forget me if I ever betray my crew. In that abandoned garden My heart stayed behind. Sleep, I won't come back anymore, Our play has been written to its end. In that abandoned garden. Si vis pacem, para bellum, Death comes in white. And this part isn't about a girl, it's about a whole life. Get ready to lose yourself if your soul has burned out, Get ready to push through, No matter how much it hurts. Get ready to fight your whole life and listen only to yourself. A quiet voice sang this to me in the dark, into my ears. Be ready for the fact that Paris nights aren't meant for you. Be ready for the fact that they'll burn you — and your own people will. I'll stop breathing if I ever Stop writing. Every time it's like the first, I come back To the lion's pride. The muse in me is like my Venom, She showed me my prime. I fall asleep happy, I wake up with Memories. Sleep, I won't come back anymore. Sleep, my poetry. The bitter sorrow will pass and the aggression will fade. I know I caused pain, the wounds are still bleeding, But I won't come back. Sleep, good night. In that abandoned garden My heart stayed behind. Sleep, I won't come back anymore, Our play has been written to its end. In that abandoned garden.