A woman has lost herself
Knowing the delirium and the dust
She has lost herself, this beautiful mad woman
Her small waist under me;
My way of loving lost
My trail is lost on her sea
I see a light that waves
And it promises to leave us in darkness;
I see a dog howling at the moon
With another figure that looks like me
I see more, I see that she didn't find me;
I see more, I see that she's lost
An unmentionable woman runs like a seagull
And i dry my boots quickly
I curse a note and stop the clock
Be careful with me, love
I can sing you your song
Cowardice is an affair for men
Not for lovеrs
Cowardly love doesn't get to bе love
Nor to be stories, they stay there
Memory can't save them
Nor can the best orator conjure them up
A woman with hat
Like a painting from the old man Chagall
Rotting herself in the center of fear
And I, whom am not good, started to cry
But then I cried for myself
And now I cry to see her die