Why do you do this to me?
by Vladimir Tsyganov
I want you to hug and kiss and squeeze
Yet you just smile and flee
Touching your hair and moving like breeze.
Killing me this beauty is
I cannot take this anymore
Right, this is not bliss
So, understand, I need you more.
To be my angel you need to give,
You need to stop running and look into my eyes
Love will then be ours, I will be Adam, you will be Eve.
Otherwise, we will be both crying under the stars.
Vladimir is praying to God, asking him to help us,
Exerting his energy onto the confused spirit of yours
But, I can only pray until the death of the stars
After that, the poison will flow into my spurs.