I don't expect warmth, touch,
And I don't want the heat of a hug,
And the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul
I won't even let you into my dream.
I've learned that love is insidious,
She's only capable of pain,
Will warm you with the spring breeze,
But she carries the sword with her.
And if suddenly one summer
Love will come to my home,
I'll make friends with the fall wind.
And I'll chase her away.
And I'll slam the door shut, lock it forever,
And I'll put the key in the cellar.
Don't you dare disturb my heart!
I loved the silence.....
I settled into a block of snow,
There's no pain here, only peace,
And this "Antarctica lodge."
Love is bypassed.
It's eerily cold here on a dark night,
The shawl does not warm my chest,
I'm looking for an excuse to go to the door,
I'd like to look through the peephole.
Leyla Yusupova.