Instrumental intro] [Soft] [Deep Bass] [Slow Beat][ Violin][Guitar minimalistic] [Verse 1] [Tired Voice] [Whisper] I’d rather have a fever, and not you, Let throat be cut by pain, and not my heart... I’d rather drink some tea, not love so true, And let the blanket play the warming part. I want to find my peace in burning heat, Forget myself a while in fever’s flow, In crimson dreams, where fire and river meet, To crush this love and finally let go. [Pre-Chorus] [Soft] [Breathy] Diagnosis clear... I’m fading out... [Chorus] [Emotional] [Husky Voice] [Melodic] I’d rather feel the fever’s fire Than memory’s flash before my eyes. I’ll burn betrayal like a pyre, Instead of trusting ghostly lies. Diagnosis simple — I am burning... But in this battle, through the pain, It’s freedom that I am returning, To have a fever, not your name... [Verse 2] [Low Voice] [Rhythmic][ Violin] And having won, all soaked, I’ll suddenly cool, To sleep with no more dreams in silent air. To wake, take off my shirt, no more a fool... And sleep again! Without this dark affair. And in the morning — rise, though legs are weak, And sing beneath the shower, wash you down... To change my life, to find the light I seek, And be myself again, without a frown. [Chorus] [Emotional] [Husky Voice] [Catchy] I’d rather feel the fever’s fire Than memory’s flash before my eyes. I’ll burn betrayal like a pyre, Instead of trusting ghostly lies. Diagnosis simple — I am burning... But in this battle, through the pain, It’s freedom that I am returning, To have a fever, not your name... [Outro] [Soft Echo] [Fade Out] Just not you... Wash it all away... Be myself again... [Violin] [End]
