Oh you - my Master
Oh you, my Master!
I want your orders all
to fulfill,
all whims of soul yours.
You are for me - the one.
To me more costly,
then eye mine.
I do not sorry of my life
to give for my Pasha.
But sorry only,
that life mine
doesn’t cost
so expansive, that you
could note my present.
But no more
I have with me,
but coldness of the head
and heart's a heat
forever.
© Copyright: Джаан, 2004
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