How to return to me myself,
how not depend on you,
stupid bird not to fly
for the dream about you?
I ll prick with you, a needle,
finger mine, but no pain.
I'd been able with a pain
to return to yourself you.
I would knead you, my sweatheart,
I would hammer into, you,
for your pain could become
happiness of self-existence.
Maybe it's just my whim,
I want for me such massage.