droga pani

I stray
I get lost
I get lost in myself
And in our definition
The betrayal of the senses
The domestic war of thoughts
And I remain silent in shock
Because I still can't believe
That in the depths of sincerest
I am no longer human
I am a body
Seemingly only thinking
I can't
Make excuses for the fact that I err
I err
Sweet blueberry
Assaulted me in my sleep
Fresh flowers
Picked from noble trees
Today they dress
With purple your bedding
Sweet blueberry
The muse of my meanness
And black hair flicks on your back
And golden fingers mingle tightly with Mrs
Fingers
I am the symbol of
Of mental love
She the symbol of
Of natural love
I am your
A prayer to all the gods
She your
Long fruitful
Night
Night
I would like to be her already
Lose myself in jumping
I wish I could be her already
I beg dear lady
I hear through the wall
How your whispers fade away
Why am I crying?
After all, I have known blueberry myself
I have already experienced blueberry myself
I have already experienced blueberry myself
Am I
A sick man, a sick man?
Am I
A sick man, a sick man?
Am I still a man
When I no longer believe in anything
I wish I were her anymore
Lose myself in jumping
I wish I were her anymore
I beg you dear lady
Let me be her or
Let me kill her
Let me be her
By your side dear lady