They smell your mouth
To find out if you have told someone: I love you!
They smell your heart!
Such a strange time it is, my dear;
And they punish Love
We must hide our
Love in dark closets.
In this crooked dead end of a bitter cold
They keep their fire alive
By burning our songs and poems;
Do not place your life in peril by your thoughts!
Such a strange time it is, my dear!