04.04.2018
Tornado
The tornados of this cityhaul the painful aches of mine
once again close to me
The heart is a stream of sorrows
You are my pain, and you are my pain relief
Sometimes your eyes
sometimes the tornados
slay me
It is early in the morning, the guest of my heart is grieving
At the shores of this heart
hopes have become intoxicated
Sometimes your eyes
sometimes the tornados
slay me