Illusion

I am a dream rebel, a bodiless soul

I am a verbal irritator, quite excellent

I could wheedle out a blue moon of you

A sin of a nun, courageous plans

Of a suicide and a sunny place

I´m not soul stealer, I´m not the killer

I´m not entitled to take no matter how much I wish to

I am the imp of desire, the mirror of wishes

A humble illusion, so unexpected

Now and then here and gone

That´s my rule – not giving myself out!

I ′ve eaten another fruit of the forbidden tree

Nothing bad happened at the very moment, just immediate pleasure

The minor offences help me feel alive

At the end of the day I´m grateful to all my mischieving

I´m not soul stealer, I´m not the killer

I´m not entitled to take no matter how much I wish to

I am the imp of desire, the mirror of wishes

A humble illusion, so unexpected

Now and then here and gone

That´s my rule – not giving myself out!