Ah, my soul feels raw
Sun under clouds. Withdrawn.
Between us: Hi. How are you? I’m fine. Goodbye. Blah blah.
No sleep, then it’s dawn.
I’m counting sheep for naught.
My auburn hair is graying in spots.

You would be friends with me, but I love you so.
Time runs under your feet. Life is fleeting, you know.
Years fly by without calls; you do not care, in the least.
We pass by without pause. This is all it must be.

What to me are quarries, rivers, seas or Kavkaz
If you’re not mine, my love? If you’re not mine, my love?
Arguments - our story, screaming, tied up in knots.
Only you’re not mine, love. Be be be mine, love. (x2)

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