To someone...

When I’m sitting alone
At the window of my room,
When I’m looking at yellow wall-papers…
When I’m gloomy and sad,
When I’m dreadfully mad
I can’t hide all my wishes and memories.
I believe that you trust me whatever I do
In my city of lonely affairs
And I feel I won’t manage
Escape from myself, I may cheat,
But I never betray you…
I believe that the spaces of my crazy heart
May be filled with somebody like you, and
Understanding that everything wrong that I do
I will hope… there must be the changes…
When I’m crying for help, but nobody may hear,
When I try as I can to achieve you
Nobody understands what I am, they don’t see
What I do, what I say, why believe you…
Why I trust to somebody like me,
Why I keep shabby worn-out papers,
Why I drink a strong beer,
Why I want you to see
All these violent changes in me…
And sometimes I don’t know
What I want, what I feel,
Very often I’m moody and crazy
I know the only thing: when you are beside me
Everything is OK, it’s amazing.