Impossible to calculate
How much I have been asked:
“Oh dear friend, it’s up to you,
but I know you so long,
So tell me, please, like to the priest,
Why are you always alone?”
Nothing, but a question,
Though it makes me mad.
Because I feel affection
Of what is to be said.
My mind is crying: “Very well,
It’s my fault, isn’t it?
Just being kind, and thinking clear,
Not drinking alcohol (yes, dear)
Could you take all of this?!”
I’m not pretending, beeing good
Is what I want to be.
But on this planet – brotherhood
Of aliens to me!
2003.
Always alone
© Copyright: Всеволод Затеев, 2007
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