I'm hanging on the wire for a love I'll never find.
You do something wonderful, then chase it all away,
Mixing my emotions, that throws me back again.
Hanging on the wire, I'm waiting for the change,
I'm dancing through the fire, just to catch a flame -
An' feel real again.
You do something to me - somewhere deep inside.
I'm hoping to get close to a peace I cannot find.
Dancing through the fire - just to catch a flame,
Just to get close to, just close enough -
To tell you that
You do something to me - something deep inside.
Paul Weller
"You Do Something To Me"
1995
"Chuzhie stihi" is "Somebody Else's Poetry" in Russian. The choice is hectic; the poems are posted absolutely voluntarily, according to my taste and daily impressions. Many of them I know by heart, regularly murmuring them in the course of my daydreaming, but often I fish out of the Net peculiar verses that tune into my current mood.
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