He doesn't believe me, he won't listen to me.
He reads those thick books about Germans and Wars.
He's holding my hand so tight, and closing doors.
He wants more than thousand locks, but only a key…
He wanted to draw, he had seen many summers in snow.
He'd played to the world from the last balcony's row.
I've begged him to follow my notes and hanging on flow.
I've heard only "No"…
He writes such a thick book about the future in peace.
His spring's so perfect that ice desires to dry.
He knows the best ways to smile, to cry and to fly.
He likes to be pleased, but he's found his Haven in tease…
He lives to impress! He can weave perfect Emperor's dress!
He aims to possess all the wonders and more, no less!
I've asked to repress his desires and stop playing chess!
I've heard only "Yes"…
He doesn't believe me, he won't listen to me…
06.09.2012