Matador

You are totally alone in the furious throng
And in the silence of the night   streets 
And you are slow smoking Treasurer and so sure
That your dreams have fell sleep long time ago

Yes, you are calming in the circle of affairs
And with the jewelry accuracy of the conjurer
An exact jest and an exact glance
 You win again time after time
But  you're alone in the mist of a sweety feast.

Heads or tails. There seem to be is no point
In fanciful games of  blind chance.
love is a long learned lesson. How in a dispute with heart to win  what is called pain

You are alone in the throng and in plain sight,
Among strangers and strongly disliked.
You are flipping meetings in general on the run,
you are so defenseless unwavering

So you again  do not sleep in the new spring,
And  you  all day long you are depressed and cloudy,
And with your solitude together
In the morning,
Your soul  yaern like in the  latest point.