I feel enchanted, – but I cannot breathe with fear:
A certain word is lingering on your lips…
Perhaps I’ll try and disregard this word, my dear,
Pretending to safeguard my inner peace…
Yet, the eternal surge of sudden bliss
Goes piercing through my heart… The danger grows nearer,
I feel – it’s far too late for me – to miss
The mortal trap… And I can’t help but hear
My own voice – as if I fell inside the crystal sphere,
Where I remove the obstacles, and make my pathway clear, –
And run, and rush, and race – to an abyss.
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[Written after motifs “I say. You say.” by Black Fox.
Please also see a rather different Russian language version.]
Terminal L-word
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