The Wind

Love is a bitch that is drowned in much beer.
Fight not to death, but to blood – don’t you fear??
To hope and to wait – this is nonsense you tell.
You will forgive your bed–lovers - I shall.

Drunk from the morning, the evening is evil.
It will suppress love, surprisingly kill.
Know and forgive all my hopes, all my tries.
I’m so sorry for our heated nights.

Sleep - and salvation will still, like a dream,
Block the access to the parting between.
I am for you so, as you are for me:
Flames for the night and the vision to see.

To wait and to hope… I’m angel from dark.
Darkness is coming to take off you bark.
I’m only saving, you’re screaming to me…
You won’t wake up. You will sleep – have no plea!!

Fit of fixation is breaking my love.
You’re not with me, and you look from above.
I’m catching passion and lust in the heat,
Waiting for you to do as you think fit.

I am amusing myself under fire,
Be with me, baby, don’t love me, my liar.
Stay with me late: better never than now.
Look at the Moon, bring me down… Bring me low…

Don’t call me, sugar, don’t cry with blue tears.
It was the wind, you must drain to the lees.
I hate your comedy, but you keep on
Making my dreaming go leisurely wrong.

I have no patience, but  promise to wait,
Come back to legacy, open your gate.
Though I’m not yours, my display is for you.
It was the wind, not the love, and you knew…