Again, my soul is torn apart. What do I want, what do I need!
Love? Don’t mention it.
Autumn? Well, it is autumn.
What do I want? Something exotic, unearthly.
// Nikolay Punin
Again, my soul is torn apart. What do I want, what do I need!
Love? Don’t mention it.
Autumn? Well, it is autumn.
What do I want? Something exotic, unearthly.
// Nikolay Punin