Hey, boy, don’t turn around anymore.
Don’t put your arms around my body.
Don’t call me out to the shore.
Don’t tell my face became ruddy.
I’m not your toy, enough of playing,
Don’t need your love, you will forget
How little girl was quite praying.
I called your name – you will set
This bloody weapon in my heart.
I need to stop, I bag you please,
Just let me live, don’t let me part
My life to after and before release.
I can’t, you know, I can’t just keep
This feeling deep inside my soul.
Won’t ever say these words, no need.
I love you. But I play my role.
Hey boy, don t turn around anymore
© Copyright: Шмалинская Анна, 2019
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