You know well, that I won't be thankful
To the day we've been cursed to meet.
To the days I followed your shadows,
And the days I've tried pain oversleep.
I've erased from a memory drama,
Burnt it all, you won't find even ash.
And half of a portrait-your karma
I won't keep. Under your hand I crushed.
And the sound of the BBQ coil
Won't remind me of you - it's all gone.
You preferred to be rapped in the foil,
I've paid full price for my naked soul...
You know well, that I won t be thankful
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