Моя душа

My soul is so dark
And my nerves are on edge
I'm so controversial
Drawing postcards for you
Signing them in the corner
Spraying perfume, knitting socks
Writing you four lines
Sighing disappointedly

My soul is so tender
So sweet and snowy
It doesn't go on dates
Postponing everything for later
But now in the middle of the night
Rhyming a poem about loners
Not sparing a line for you
Left just bare

My soul is so sharp
And slightly wounded by the crowd
Your soul is so childish
And inspired by dreams
And we don't go on dates
No, we never will
But there won't be goodbyes
And tears under the pouring rain