TELL ME, WANT WHAT YOU WANT.. ELENA MARIN

 

  Miss, you're coming in the evening
  At dusk, spring
  With whispers and sweet words
  Confuse your thoughts
  Miss the meadows.

  On the hills and through the waltzes
  Carol on the paths
  Now, it's too late
  I don't want to know about you.

  Go, miss the world
  Let me get rid of you too
  Look, miss me
  But, I wish you well.

  Go away, long away
  Just send me a book
  I'm not alienating you
 Too bad to do with you
 You really upset me a long time ago.

  All, life has carried you
  I did not find peace
  I want to linger a little longer
  To find relief.

 And then, when you leave
 Don't look behind you
 That you don't have anything to regret
 Regrets are late
 I wish I knew.

 And no matter what, you knock on the door
 It is already guarded
 With many large locks
 What I don't want, the longing to wear it.

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 5.04.2020