From what I can not ...

< Anshe



I tailor from human view its back,
So that no one would see the tears and with a trembling hand,
As I mouthed fish suffocate in you as a paying
From what I can not be with you.
In a noisy room under the spotlight of the eyes of others,
Searing hiss to the seams on a dress,
It is unlikely that I will get the science is not sound in you
Because it's not I can not be yours.
Between the broken stained-glass draft sings,
Sometimes getting into the sad violin notes,
I tearfully already do not hide their smiles
From what I absolutely can not live without you in any way ...
And ladies holding fans,
Bile is swallowed, and each hides the heat over the breast.
From shooting thoughts, how cleverly I can slip
Under his shirt with his hand in some corner of the veranda ...
A nobleman in evening dress undermine languages ​​
Not tired of wounded vanity once,
Under the crystal chandeliers are spreading poison people,
that I could not stand not to touch your hand.
My bell tower rises with the progress of days,
I can be both weak and strong, and angry and brave,
But when fall asleep to the music
chandeliers I'm getting softer quilts and trembling flutes tenderly ...
I still learn and fall beautifully and dance,
And I will have friends and places judges,
But today I want to sleep on your hands, I,
Because long ago forgotten how to sleep without you ...