she got me

Dirty
what is
in public
does not trust

Since I see myself
in the tavern
again
not on wine
the glass of water
nobly dressed
sipping

On body
The underworld
under the table
in silence
now thawed

Since stand
many colorful angel
You know
my conscience
exactly

But soon
is it
in the next room
brighter
the darkness
changes into a gray

My stinginess
makes my
cold hands

The soul
in shape
the whore
I gave her
not what ye
belongs

she got me
not touched
me too