The Strange Woman by Михаил Муромов

Лялька Волкова
The yellow lights handfull
Is thrown by somebody
I'm your night guest
Guest of unsomebody

Why is your sadness sight
Flaw in your sadness voice
You are so strange, they said
Sad in my strange voice

     Oh, Strange Woman, so strange
     Similar to a wounded bird
     You're so sad with your folded wings
     You have forgotten the joy of flight
     Whom will become in your own life
     Who will become to your own by

     Oh, Strange Woman, so my strange...

I'm not beg your pardon
You're be silent so
I don't want be guest
And go to the dawn

In your sad eyes
I catch your rare fun
I love so long all
All with your strangeness

     Oh, Strange Woman, so strange
     Similar to a wounded bird
     You're so sad with your folded wings
     You have forgotten the joy of flight
     Whom will become in your own life
     Who will become to your own by

     Oh, Strange Woman...