Plastic roses don't grow.
Plastic birds don't fly.
Don't trust, don't hope, don't wait.
So, - never die.

Unfortunately, it not my verses. Probably, I incorrectly have translated them on English. But in the original they are fine, in my opinion. And still - very much reflect an essence.

Simply I such strange girl... The Cold is pleasant to me is more strongly warm. Winter I shall prefer to summer, night - to day. And tears at me for some reason black. Somehow I have told to one person something insulting. No to offend it I did not want... So has left. And this person has told to me, shall take out from me all soul. Ah, would be what to take out...