Whore

Оригинальное название: W(h)o(r)e
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What was the name of that woman
You let so many times come?
Well, if she came for some payment
How much money would you
Have to content restless labour
She makes so special to do?

What did she find inside here?
Destitute garret of lorn
Happiness makes feel uneasy
Is this the place where she comes?
Here, where mind is in fever
Does she arouse her charms?

Desolate shade in the mirror
Vanishing into the night
Which blurs behind in the window
Everything casts bleak on soul
Sere, he’s expecting stilly
When she will show up to roll…

Why is there no aversion
On her significant face?
Her lips are heady in tremble
Her eyes consider all lies
Siren will sing to subdue
But what’s the point of her dice?

This one could hardly be loved
Bones and skin – nothing more
No any insolent charm
No any violent lust
Which can impress to attract
Giving some myster’ous trust…

Then why the night after night
She spreads her wings to delight
His backward creature of rot
She gives him lecherous love
Though each ravenous day
She sells herself for her prey…

Getting on trappings of sweets
Breasts over corset are rising
Killing seductress of sin
Gliding amidst different senses
And never asking if welcome
Breaking through their defenses…

What was the name of that woman?
Haughty and strange libertine…
Why every night she returns to
Orpheus, this she call him…
Well, you may call her a whore
While she takes his excitation
Striking the strongest heart – woe…