I had better forget you and stay alone,
It’s a shady idea for us to meet,
I don’t need your corrupted and prostitute soul,
You should find other idiots serving it.
I will count till ten and get lost in mist.
Disappear with moonlight before sunrise,
Will be lost in the foliage of apple-trees
Not to get to morass of your brassy eyes.
I will fly like a bird, that has lost her nest,
And will burn into windows of alien birds
Knowing that I will never receive a rest,
Until you tread the ground of sinful Earth.