My Shadow Serves As The

We Are All Carousers And Loose Women Here; How Unhappy We Are Together!

The Celebrations Of Secret Nonmeetings Are Empty, Unspoken Conversations, Unuttered Words. Glances That Don't Intersect Don't Know Where To Come To Rest. And Only The Tears Rejoice Because They Can Flow And Flow. Sweetbrier Around Moscow, Alas! Somehow It Is Here ... And All This They Will Call Love Eternal.

If I Can't Have Love, If I Can't Find Peace, / Give Me A Bitter Glory.

And You Know, I Agree To Everything: I Will Condemn, I Will Forget, I Will Give Comfort To The Enemy, Darkness Will Be Light And Sin Lovely.

There Is A Sacred, Secret Line In Loving Which Attraction And Even Passion Cannot Cross.