Roses (translation)
Thorny flowers, with great shadows petals Tumuluous metaphors stormy Lightning on my leaves, lost clouds My soul is in mourning, desperate loves Roses are awakening when reborn the night My leaves bewitched you With a fade poison The rain will come freeze my wrongs Don't cry again I love you, but I hurt you You, full of wisdom You are the girl of the Sun I'm one dead of the Moon In a dusk, all awake A sadness, there is only one Follow of this bad love Around is sting with purplishs spikeds I'm the only one with a dirty heart The only one who cause this tide The sea could to come down The night could stretch Without ray of sunshine I fade, lack of sleep *** Cocodignou, June, 20, 21, 2021. In the translation, the rythmes are lost, I'm sorry.
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I wanna making you laugh, I wanna making you smile. Please do not kill this love, I'm only touched you while You was wondering by my warmth. I don't know what to do without you; So many days ago you brought Small hope into my boring life, too. Blue eyes like an immense ocean, Your first words like a dream. I'm fall in love with you more, However reckless it may seem. My little devilish angel With radiant smile, You are my own danger. I will always stay inside Your hot heart. You taught me, that memories Are never die, So for me it isn't very dangerous. You are here, but at a so long distance Of many kilometers in eternity. Your care and worry about me amazed My heart. Next to you is no adversity. I don't know what to do without you, My first and single soulmate. Don't kill this love, don't kill me too... Our love appeared from my hate. It is a turning point now, So what will you choose? Yes, you don't know, how... But we really cannot lose! ____________ And there is nothing more pleasant yet than to feel the love of a person who hates everyone now. Перевод на русский: https://www.surgebook.com/anastasia_chan/blog/7abtu0i © (Copyright, 2019) ⓝⓞⓡⓐ
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Рятувати старі ідеали немає жодного сенсу, все сведемо до творчості або дикого сексу. Зруйнуємо рамки моральних цінностей, напишимо сотні віршів і загубимось серед вічностей. Наш голос лунатиме і поза нашим життям. Дівчинко, просто тримай мене за руку і віддайся цим почуттям.
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