LutikEmris

March of Mephisto - Aria of Margueritte This is the end. My life is lost My dreams fell downlike opera ghost It's killing me, my soul go out. I'll fly away from life, well done. I made my mind to pack my bags I carred one, the rest - no chance I'd like to cOmmit suicide But way of it I can't decide To kill myself by poisoned knife? Or cut by other way my life? I'll jump down from skyscrAper proof! That's all. I shouldn't see this night I stand alone all dressed white On should I sit on beg in sorrow? Why otherwise I did it borrow? I'll turn to God my pretty face And ask him to forgive my trace I wish he'd answer this my claim: "Don't be