And tonight
Drinking my red wine,
Speak in an old tongue,
And address the sky.
Not with the Abraham
Or Moses, or their God
And neither with Allah,
With Ahura Mazda…
On my cheeks two rivers
And my eyes blood-red,
Under feet have a pond,
Which is filled with tears!
What is man, this evil?
I look at the women,
And the birds, and the wild,
And rivers, caves, farms,
See nothing but man's wrong!
The worst evil is mankind! ! !
Was busy with my love,
Listened to her heart pump
And stared into her eyes.
Her name is Juliet,
It makes me Romeo.
How I wish had a gun
With bullets, silver ones
To let me end my life!
When lovers die in love
Will have the longest life.
How I wish had a gun
With bullets, silver ones
To let me end my life
While lying in her arms!
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