My woe creates waves in silence.
It has two wings of darkened light.
My damaged hopes like cradle of ashes,
I’ve got no bed this lonely night.
Abandoned kisses die in tears
I never will forget these cries.
Forever I will hold my fears
Forever opened frightened eyes.
Forgotten childhood
Forbidden wishes
Oh, how I want
To serve your sins
Delightful touches.
So silent answers.
Oh, how I wish
To make you pleased.
My life’s been betrayed.
My love has been killed.
I want to delay.
I love to be sick.
My lament cries upon your ears.
My divination’s over you.
Oh, how I wish to make you pleased.
Oh, how I wish your love to be true…
26 августа-2 сентября 2006 года
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