There Is So Little Gentleness In Me, So Little Fire
There is so little gentleness in me, so little fire.
Don`t touch my stubborn lips with your ones any more.
Oh, God, it`s only you who knows how much I`m sick and tired
Of longing for him and being always left alone.
I`m all hot passion now and then I`ll turn into cold winter.
Or do you love me, darling? I don`t know.
I gave you my heart but you cannot keep it. You don`t need it.
I wonder, was I too fast or too slow?
I`m not reproaching you but crying cause this love is hurting.
We are like black and white – so different… Damn this all!
But I can`t overcome this pain and stop this endless torture.
Without you I am a dull and senseless doll.
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