Wake up, darling. And, finally, smash this hell of glass
Againist the wall. For the fragments to North and South.
For that damn burning inside to extinct and die.
Count and start this with 3,2,1.
Glass is followed with plate. Then - fabulous new tea set.
Golden lining... I differed: for him it's easy to get.
No point in getting. The set is caught with a glass.
The thought hurts me most: he has never lied me to pass.
Alone in this silence, got, finally:
Ain't THE lass.
Wake up, darling.
And smash this goddamned glass.
Wake up, darling перевод Очнись, милая
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