I know well beforehand what night can give and what’s it for
I know well that it’s eternal game. Who cares that I can’t take it anymore?
Before you laugh I can pretend a joker
Before you breathe I can pretend a smoker
Before you read this book of mine
I won’t tell you. Don’t you mind?
That jazz club back returns to 40-th space
You know – I vanish leaving no trace
I build my house of winds and thunderstorm
Why should you fight with me to set my norm?
He says:
I was drafted from the fire tower
To quench my princess for an hour
It is so deep inside. It hurts. I can be silent
It is my motherland. You call it island
You enter me to tell that I mean nothing in your life
You enter me to tell that I will never be your wife
Before you lie I cover floor
Before you knock there’s no door
You lend a hand to break the thumb
You wanna see the doll that’s numb
He says:
Don’t cry! Don’t run! Don’t stray! Don’t cower!
You’re merely princess for an hour!!!
So many men. It’s all the same
They never call me any name
I read. I learn. I work. I try. I pray.
I train my body and my soul but I still stray
There’s no way out and no way in
I’m just a whore at every inn
You call to come. Then call to fuck
I wait until your limb turns stark
You tell of lady’s busy day to be the only reason
To call the whore into your house to make the best of prison
It does not matter what I feel or what I think of you
My only aim is pleasure you and be implicit mute
He says:
I really worship when you’re glower
You’re fucking princess for an hour
And in the morning when you look into my eyes
You can feel shame, but you will come again with all your lies
My songs are weak. My guilt is hard.
I have two legs. I have no heart.
But something burns through nails when I’m alone
And you’re wrong: I don’t have any problems of my own
He says:
I am not your right bower
You are my princess for an hour
I’ve got no memory of skin or any self-esteem
I’ve got a little treasure for nobody – love to teem
I grab the ticket for my fifteen age start to rush
I’ll give it up. My life is useless gush
But in a sudden moment someone touches my shoulder
And say with voice that grows colder, more than colder:
He says:
Till you become a rotten flower
Please, be my princess for an hour