Your heart must be mine

Your heart must be mine. 
I will follow you, 
You won't tell me apart from a shadow, 
If you hide in the grass - 
I'll pretend to be a plant. 
It's me, creeping silently, 
In the hour when you go to sleep. 
Your heart must be mine, 
Your heart will bring spring back to me.

Yes, you may give your soul 
To the orange demons of passion 
And watch, holding your breath, 
As it turns into smoke. 
What do I care about your soul? 
That light, lost wind, 
No, your heart must be mine, 
Your heart must be mine.

Yes, you may give your body 
To eight rhinoceroses, 
And dress yourself in foam and trembling 
As you fall into the scorching wave. 
What do I care about that? 
And what does it matter to me? 
No, your heart must be mine, 
Your heart will bring spring back to me.

Yes, you may let into your room 
A colorful bird of doubt, 
And watch as its hot wings 
Beat against your face, keeping you awake. 
What do I care about your thoughts? 
That miserable thread binding your soul and body, 
No, your heart must be mine, 
Your heart will bring spring back to me.

I will follow you, 
You won't tell me apart from a shadow, 
If you hide in the grass - 
I'll pretend to be a plant. 
It's me, creeping silently, 
In the hour when you go to sleep. 
Your heart must be mine, 
Your heart will bring spring back to me.


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"Твоё сердце должно быть моим"

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