Well, as you know me, i`m a “Brocken back”
It`s just sort of the life: i am on my rack
Do you hear me?
Do you fear me?
Cameraman had the false report
That`s why closed his eyes – make it to a dot
And became so mad
To come into my bed
I am just a puppet with my trinket-grenade
Look into the mirror! You will see the jade
While despair goes
From fingers to toes
All the dreams of mine collapsed in the boon
Well, as you know me, i was born in june
That was rooster`s year
The day after the fair
He took off my bra, but it was too late
He smiled at the raisins on the porcelain plate
Take me as i am
I stand like a lamb
Deflowering without pain and blood
Loot, loot, loot is under pliable bud
But is it just a camera?
I ask: is it just a camera?
Two raisins on the porcelain plate
© Copyright: Наталия Сайконен, 2006
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