Хоть Вы и скатились за последние годы черт знает куда (все эти парики и проч., которые, впрочем, к Вашему сведению, совсем Вам не идут ), кинули Schmelz Cure и вообще бросили писать в блоге.. но Вы же знаете, Хибари-сан, как я Вас люблю, и сколь многое я могу Вам простить за Ваш голос.
For me the one and only, the only one irrereplaceable, the person I loved and treasured most of all passed away.
From the moment I was born
Whatever I hardships I went through, she supported me
We hold or abdomens as we laughed together
Sometimes we got angry
We fought a lot
But still we laughed together the day after
We dreamed the same dream
She promised she'll get better soon and come home
We struggled together
After she got the verdict of maybe having a half a year to a year left, only two short months she lasted.
We sponsored a live the day after the funeral, and after that the schedule was packed with the Europa Tour. Up until now I have as much as I could done my maximum, served my best.
However, I haven't been able to laugh. No matter what I couldn't make my face smile, and even so I wouldn't run away, and desperately put up a farcade.
Among this I had to do MC's, and while trying to form words for everyone, to go beyond, all words I have shouted from the stage now have been lies.
"LET'S RAISE THIS PLACE!"
That the words I delivered was lies is for me the "Greatest Treachery".
Standing like this, coating the stage with lies and fiction, writing in this blog, somehow I just can't do it.
"Traitor" "Irresponsible" "Coward" That I have no other way of saying this than here, that I must seem so to everyone can't be helped.
Though all troubles, all my hardships, I still planned to fulfill my duty to bring UnsraW to it's maximum, to be Yuuki the leader. But I've finally reached my limit.
It's has all become a lie to you.
Even if I get helped out of this, I don't have the power neither qualifications to help you guys.
UnsraW is the band I created, my pride, and I put an end to it with my own hands. I honestly wanted to spend my last moment standing on a stage, and this is really unwilling and hard for me.
But I can't turn away from reality I can't fight fate
Now, a lot of things are happening.
I think I'll write again when I had the time and will to sort it out a bit
It's a lot of things I want to write about
So please wait for a while
HYENA'S NOTES IT COULD BE EITHER "HE" OR "SHE"! Sounds like a sibling or a parent, I just put "she" because he/she ruined the mood.
Also, "Coward" is a really awful translation... The whole thing might be awfully translated... Maah.
читать дальшеAs I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
У меня даже нет слов, чтобы это прокомментировать..
Яна Ксенофонтова: Нaсчeт ВИЧ были слухи. На одном американском форуме как раз это обсуждали. Говорили, что Юки гей, кололся и вообще лили грязь (у американцев очень бурная фантазия). Но подтверждения на такой диагноз не нашлось. Насчет разлада в группе тоже ходили разные слухи. Одни лишь догадки.. Так что, главное - фанаты крепитесь! Надеемся на лучшее и поддержим любимую группу!
И даже любовь к сиськам не смогла скрыть тот факт, что Юуки, оказывается, гей и наркоман.