Where are you, my angel, my precious?
Why hide from me? Why not just stay?
Why bleed my heart empty with gashes?
Why keep to the games that you play?
Why poison me with your love potions?
And why disappear from me?
Are you just pretending emotions?
Will sadness of mine bring you glee?
Where are you, my angel, so cruel?
Why run from me, precious, why hide?
Why don’t you instead be my jewel?
Why won’t you just be at my side?
It’s cold – I don’t notice the weather,
I fear not snowflakes or frost.
I wish that we could be together.
I’m following you, but I’m lost.
And now into crowds I peer,
And hopelessly search for your face.
Why, angel, did you disappear?
Emotions I could not erase…
Angel
© Copyright: Шуйский, 2004
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