And I'll pour myself some wine out of emotion,
In it, the smell of cherries is bloody bliss,
It lips like a crack of glass,
How the juice of love adds perfection.....
I'm gonna taste that pain all the way down.
Love without anguish is like a bride without a veil,
Winning the battle is not that important to me,
Like the bitter taste of a tart drink...
And I'll pour myself some wine out of emotion,
In it, the smell of cherries is bloody bliss,
There's a sweet tear in it of searing pain.
The flavorful captivity of sparkling madness ...
Leyla Yusupova