Why have you killed my little bird?

 


My life is tiny smoking hive
I am naughty and abandoned wife
My abetor is strong and wize
You shouldn`t have closed your eyes

You are annoyed, so i take
Your coffee cup and harshly brake
A usual quarrel, isn`t it?
But you don`t ask me if i did

And suddenly we`ve heard our baby`s word:
«Why have you killed my little bird?»

I see the red glove and florid rings
Upon my hand. My brain clinks
I am alone: what does it mean?
I can`t believe that it is me!

My tears are falling through the pillow-case
I come up to the mirror – to look at my face
My night-gown is torn, it`s silk and it`s lace
I am alone now. Too many days.....


And suddenly i`ve heard my baby`s word:
«Why have you killed my little bird?»

Another life – another men. No constant work at all
The jest of destiny, it looks like overturned picture on the wall
I have the greatest self-esteem and bottle of conceit
That`s why i can`t confess my weary deceit

Last cigarette is lost inside of velvet small handbag
Your scarlet lips! I see it now...I ask you not to beg
What can i do? Our past is past.
I veer my life to no more lust

 
And suddenly we`ve heard our baby`s word:
«Why have you killed my little bird?»

I turned back home to be so good
To make your life cosy, to cook your food,
I give you contentment and real love
But my subconscious is shouting: enough!!

I recite the spell, living in spite
Every inch i try, but i can`t say «good night»
I coil the blanket around my body
I look at the window, rainy sky is so muddy


And suddenly i`ve heard my baby`s word:
«Why have you killed my little bird?»