Does not matter if he is right or wrong
I am tired of being a snake.
don't want to have cold blood.
am again ready to live.
Heavens, please!
I want to breathe deep.
so desire to have feelings at last.
My heart's stone, eyes - made of ice.
But I want to be made of flesh.
no happiness in being rude,
no joy of being harsh
I will start speak calmly like fluff
and one day I will be really soft.