Rose

And disappeared very quickly.

As for the rose, she stood still

And faded fast and looked so gloomy.

How'd it appear he could kill

Her soul, that her heart was roomy?

She was crestfallen, but at last

She realized that life was better

And promised, that she'd skip her past,

Because to her it didn't matter.

He told me: We’ll be friends and only

He told me: We’ll be friends and only.

Why do I feel myself so lonely?

What does it mean to be just friends?

He does not love me, just pretends.

And what about man’s compassion?

Male’s way of life alas is passion

At first, but when the fortress ruined

The conqueror behaves as if

He is the macho, strong and stiff.

His jelly-bean feels deadly blue.