Please, turn Beethoven on, till I feel inner calm.
Forget my being wrong and give to read your palm...
Please, cover me with warmth and roll me in the rug,
So time Dutch clock performs may vanish me in hug...
Please, listen to the rain that tapps on quiet street -
It weakens the nerve strain... Who cares of heart beat?
Please, peel the mandarines, I need such acid taste.
This evening by all means should not be in a haste...
Please, kiss me... Where are you? So, it was just a dream?
To please me? I am due to banish all I've seen...
The calendar goes wrong, first snow preceeds the rain.
I'll turn Beethoven on, till I feel so insane...
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P.S.: Название написано на немецком языке, означает "Уютность". К сожалению, в английском языке нет хорошо звучащего слова для обозначения этого состояния.