For whom I ruin myself (+Reading)
You love pain, you love the cold
How strange it is ... You are so young
You are so handsome and silent ...
Your glance is careless and proud
And eternally closed lips
So rarely bare their teeth,
When with a cold smile
You again control a pawn
And the dark eyes, a glassy shine,
pierces through the body, the soul ...
I will not break
a stormy splash of your ridicule
Let you tell me in my face,
How insignificant and weak-willed I am
But I believe - your love
I am the only one worthy to wear
Maybe someday you will
understand that you were often wrong
And the warm will fill the chest,
And you will moderate your proud disposition
But you are unlikely to love me
And inaccessibility so attracts! ..
You will not ruin yourself by this,
My suffering will entertain
You will live only firmly knowing that
I still love you,
To be the fruit of paradise for me,
For whom I ruin myself
And I, silently admiring
Your cold beauty,
I keep returning to the same thought:
Why are you not with me? ..
And in my thoughts I give myself the answer
The thing is that you and I are alike
And we are so attracted to each other by the ban ...
But together we are simply impossible