Plea - Мольба

Hello, my darling! I have got your message
Sent from somebody special, one like you.
By this reply I mean there is a cottage
Inside my heart, it's empty, sad, but true.

There lives a hope, pretty, lovely Lady -
Alone, no partner. Every day
She feeds the monster, huge and fierce yeti
Which, in the garden, as my guard, should stay.

I hear you. I feel you. Being non perfect
In chains on arms and legs I have to be
And that's my life - not easy, deadly verdict.
Where is my judge? Who hears now my plea?

I miss your touch and voice, your gentle greeting
Gives me that warmth and joy of being alive.
I am in search of you and our meeting
Would be a miracle... Oh, if you were my wife!

I'm sure you will listen to my calling.
Let's think of love, sweet, possible delight.
I'll come to you in rain and snowfalling.
Love me, kiss me, come to my dreams tonight.

Oh, be my Queen! And I'll create the kingdom
For you there's nothing in the world to grudge.
I am entire yours, your breath, your tsardom.
May it be happen! I shall love you so much.

I've written you this song. To sing it
For my sweetheart a messenger's been made.
It's Indian summer time. I prey! Will you inhabit
My soul with hot breathing tate-a-tate?

10.09.2009
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