Sigh

Love can be enslaver,

ankle shackles of man,

because I can not whole heart

you donate.

Do not build your life

the foundation of my love

using. I am free

born as a wild steppe wind

I feel it inside me always.

You say to me,

I'm the hero of words

wonderful. Then within me

is a warm sad

atmosphere. too beautiful

changing moments of longing

The fierce neck beads.

I'm not a genius, I'm just

Man, you could be me

rock underfoot.

My place is just

in the air like the wind in the sky.