Spring is one of the hidden

Halos are absent,
passed the glow of the sun.
Take off my brain in the cloakroom,
then only claw bite
own my skin I eat.

The stone houses,
and on weekdays empty lippusalot.
Spring is one of the
hidden in those snow
piles. in the twilight
day eyes do not shine.

On the street I walk alone,
a date Auervaara me
proposes, red-based
shoes rates sharpen.

Not telling lies,
gifts fooled by
my heart can not buy,
Not given the kits
smut messages can get revenge.