Nervous silence, twisted dreams   Her transitive unconcern tempts you   Eternal circulation - passion or frigidity?   There isn't any rule to correspond.      Yearning for a long since lost feeling...   Is it rests?    Sometimes it breaks forth unexpectedly.    Hold it!      Her eyes are placid and slaughterous   She has terrible words to say    ...but so fascinating   Over the passion you can't se confidence...   The interminable self-reproaches are needless!      For the pleasant times you could even kill   The glue of thoughts pastes your mind   The neutrality makes you mad   But your instincts tells you to expect on,    The Cruel instincts      When you'll feel you know    everything and all about...   No more riddles -    then you will be    the most perplexed broken thinker      Yearning for a definitive reason to forget,   a force, What makes me turn   Throw it!