Sour,
bitter, astringent,
shall I blame my tongue?
Warmth, honey, looseness,
shall I thank the sun?
shall I blame my tongue?
Warmth, honey, looseness,
shall I thank the sun?
One day you
admit your jealousy,
must not you say the world unfair.
Look now your phony modesty,
it’s you but not the world.
must not you say the world unfair.
Look now your phony modesty,
it’s you but not the world.