I want you very much... To tears... to a jimjams...
To the bitten lips... to melancholy whining from pain...
But I live as a vein, I smile to passersby,
Also I dream... it is unrealizable... it is simple to touch a hand.
I want you so as if to life remained - week.
As if some days... and already to be in time nothing...
I didn't go crazy, simply nerves long ago on a limit...
It is easier to flash - and in ashes... than long, painfully to smolder.
I want you... I on you it is impossible I miss...
And the melancholy from within corrodes stronger any acid.
Every evening in a dream I to you appoint appointments,
In fifteen minutes prior to dawn, at the fifth star...
Come, to both of us... this meeting is necessary to both! .
Give me chance to tell you that there is no force to hide...
I want you very much! . Time doesn't treat for it.
Only I and want to forget nothing...