Mirror – Victor Osorio

Would you trade places?
To live my life
To be me
To feel my pain
Would you ignore a friend?
Move on in life
Pretend not to know
Would you not enjoy music?
Knowing that you love it
But, not wanting to listen
Would you talk to me?
Knowing that I’m a loser
Knowing that I’m ugly
Knowing that I’m a nice guy
Would you take your own life?
Would you finally do it?
Would you start over?
Not knowing how
Stop staring at me
I’ll go away from the mirror now.

Mirror – Victor Osorio

Would you trade places?
To live my life
To be me
To feel my pain
Would you ignore a friend?
Move on in life
Pretend not to know
Would you not enjoy music?
Knowing that you love it
But, not wanting to listen
Would you talk to me?
Knowing that I’m a loser
Knowing that I’m ugly
Knowing that I’m a nice guy
Would you take your own life?
Would you finally do it?
Would you start over?
Not knowing how
Stop staring at me
I’ll go away from the mirror now.

Mirror – Nikita Yurievich Lubennikov 

In morn you are looking in the mirror and you see 

Reflection of the past years, gloom-and-doom.

Behind is your life, it is quite definite, 

Beyond is emptiness and brume. 
It is well known that the mirror never lies, 

It is the truthful glass in frame of wood.

The only thought: what is the weather, 

Nothing to say about grief and solitude.
The work is over. Shop windows, bright and nice, 

Run after you in repetition.

All things are on big sale, with their own price, 

The city looks like painting exhibition. 
You shave in morn, you make a cut, you feel some pain.

Forgetting that the spring already came, 

You put your winter coat on again

And warm yourself with the forgotten flame. 
Years run: ten, twenty, thirty, forty…

They are not worth a count anymore.

Now the mirror is a little scared

That it will fail to recognize as it did before.