Toma-Oh, what eyes..

Oh, what eyes!
 Evil-evil, evil eyes!
 Who with those eyes
 understand and love
 you?!
 
 You're tired of searching
 and from this network
 wrinkles'.
 You're tired of yawning
 and laugh
 for no reason,
 pretend and lie,
 invite,
 expel,
 depart,
 humour,
 comfort,
 alone at night whining...
 
 Oh, what eyes!
 There is only darkness in them
 and fatigue,
 only pain.
 
 How about those eyes
 could you
 get along with me?!
 
 Unhealthy sadness
 and impotent anger at everything -
 the shame,
 on stupidity,
 at night the silence
 my.
 
 Oh, what eyes!
 Evil devils
 dancing in the pupils!
 Sparkle of candles-two fires
 in dark room
 in two mirrors...


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