The level of pride in my blood is too high, And shatters of passion are trapped in a shell, I'm growing older, I cannot deny, And something unique fills my heart's every cell. Love sacred, love secret, love ably disguised Is tormented, ever forbidden, but still It speaks for itself, it is self-emphasized At times when I quell it regardless my will. The distance between us brings love only luck - I'm close to you in my reverie land, And when we do meet, I am totally struck By "devil-may-care" and "just play-pretend".
