They smell your mouth
Lest, you have said "I love you"
They smell your heart
It is such strange age - my love
And love
At the corner of every street
Is being scourged
Love has to be concealed somewhere safe
In this twisted cold dead end,
Fire
Even with our poetry papers and books burned
Has to be kept alive
Do not risk thinking twice
It is such strange age - my love
The one who knocks the door at the night
Has come to extinguish the Fire
Light has to be concealed somewhere safe
On the other hand butchers
In pathways
Settled
With cleaver and bloody log
It is such strange age - my love
They cut the smile on your lips
And melody too
On your mouth
Delight has to be concealed somewhere safe
Canarys Kabob
On the fire of Lily and Jasmine
It is such strange age - my love
Demon-Victorious-drunkard
Has started our defeats banquet
God has to be concealed somewhere safe
