I wear jeans, t-shirts and sneakers
I wear jeans, t-shirts and sneakers.
I hate high heels and making-up.
I like kind men and simple dishes.
And I can't play with someone's heart.
I like to read novels and poems.
I'm an outsider, am I not?
I like to tell amazing stories.
But I am unable to cuckold.
Some people call me nice, some – angry.
Some people do not call at all.
I cannot cry when I'm unhappy
But when a touching movie's on.
I am like you, like simple people.
I do write poems deep at night.
But why are others always kicking
Me off and smashing my small heart?
It's only you who cannot hate me.
You cannot love me either, right?
You cannot take me to a safety
But you don't want to take to flight.
Why are you kind to me then, darling?
You're kind to all – that's the reply.
But love for me is poison, dying
`Cause I was bitten not one time.
08/01/2016 (перевод "Я ношу джинсы, майки и кеды")
