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The glow of the auroras shines over the city
Dark shadow, and behind the doors, you
Darkness, flower – it's enough for you as a wedding
A pale gesture – instead of vows: “Until the grave”

A perpetual fiancée
When you sleep, she reads cards
Whether you'll suffice for life
And what each of you is worth?

The queen of hearts slips from her body
Warmed by your heated sheets
It's all in vain, at night everything is always revealed
The immortal jack of clubs

Bad times, among foreign walls
The gentleman no longer brings roses
Day by day, the beast emerges from him
Pain, disgust – and that must be endured too

A perpetual fiancée
Doesn't remember vulgar noise
In the whole world, only she
Believes in the greatness of your affairs

And she can't, even if she wanted to
Even slap you
Because her grandmother once warned her
That one must be reasonable

Constant fear – where to go from here
After all, a human – is not an autumn leaf
Beware of yearning for old gleams
The charm rotted, though the day still follows the city’s trail

In the evenings, a gang knocks on the door
With bottles, the whole gang
And sometimes, time turns
The dive into a home in the rhythm of old tangos

The perpetual fiancée
Laughing through tears as she drinks
When with the night your love dies
Because that's just how it is
When with the night your love dies
She's alone again like a dog