Woman (Mike Naumenko)

Your flesh – like bread, your blood – like wine
And sheets of your letters – like tin plate,
Your dreams - like prayers, eyes - like glass
And your insults – like flattery, but

Who is here who will can surprise you?
Who is here who will can subordinate you?
But I would not envy them,
Though on their place could be and me…
Forgive, but I pity you.

And you can be weak, and you can be spiteful
And you can't believe the words,
But you can't take everything at once,
But you take in parts, but

Who is here who will can refuse to you?
Who is here who will can punish you?
But I would not envy them,
Though on their place could be and me…
Forgive, but I pity you.

And in your pack of cards lacks an ace
And knave serves as joker
And the name your acquaintances – legion,
But there is no friends, very likely, but

Who is here who will can avoid you?
Who is here who will can restrain you?
But I would not envy them,
Though on their place could be and me…
Forgive, but I pity you.

And you'll always find those who will feed you,
And in return you will throw to them a bone,
Those whose wind will fill your eyes,
Those whose cross will take your nail,
You'll always find those who will help you,
Who will take on themselves your pain,
Those who will be wounded in your war –
You will strew salt to them in the wound, but

Who is here who will can love you?
Not for what in you there is not, but for what you are.
Who is here who will can convince you 
That you are, in general, the same as all?
But I would not envy them,
Though on their place could be and me…
Forgive, but I pity you. 





"Why not falling sky"
Альбом "All brothers – sisters"
Альбомы Б.Г.
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