Максимальная боль 2: Падение Гарри Поттера (джен)

Боже, просто не верится, что я дописал до конца это произведение. Большое дело закончено. По традиции, я благодарю всех за советы и ещё больше я благодарю всех за ожидание, подчас слишком долгое. Не перестаю убеждаться: вы — самые лучшие.

In our headlights,

Staring, bleak,

Beer cans, deer's eyes

On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies

Lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by

And we keep driving into the night

It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye

And we keep driving into the night I

t's a late goodbye

Your breath hot upon my cheeck, and we crossed, that line

You made me strong when I was feeling weak,

And we crossed, that one time

Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by

And we keep driving into the night

It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye

And we keep driving into the night

It's a late goodbye

The devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us

Points at your flaming hair, and then we're playing hide and seek

I can't breathe easy here, less our trail's gone cold behind us

Till' in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak

And we keep driving into the night

It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye

And we keep driving into the night

It's a late goodbye...

Путешествие Гарри в ночи продолжается...