Souls my silver string
You smile Mona Lisa bougie without beginning or end fingered...
Why am I so sad,
I really felt that it was only to genius dissembled the game?..
Sing really didn't want,
And in return forces even the banal is not enough to shout: "please, stop!"
Your words and hands - pity,
Seduce, burn to the ground, stubbornly penetrating to the depths...
"Your body is like a guitar!
And your soul - the silver strings," was not a melody, the sentence unfortunately.
Your mouth was nectar,
I kissed them despicable and not one word do not believe, tears fell on the shawl...
Souls my silver string
You pulled and pulled until they were mercilessly, completely torn.
You have a very strange ability
Pretending to be a musician, only you're a lousy actor, I admit.
Am I right?