What for, my pretty girl, you’re doin' so,
That I‘m about self-destroyin' my sick soul?
‘Cause I so sudden fall in love with you,
Betrayed my bride… my dreams come true?!..
In fact, it only seemed to me (my Lord!),
That we’ll be happy… You’ve forgotten
"True words", became so cruel and malicious…
What can I do to gratify your wishes?
What for?
© Copyright: Владимир Хорошевский, 2009
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