A pushful person, a mischief-maker,
A bookworm,
A dodger, a player,
Life between the lines,
And that’s why
An invisible way
To any essence
Is opened to him.
The dance of a spiteful genius
On the pages of a book,
This is a game, without a doubt,
Doomed will lose.
He is always pleased
To pour poison into a soul,
He will read you
Within only one hour,
He can just
Change
The line together with
The whole meaning of the subject.
The dance of a spiteful genius
On the pages of a book,
This is a game, without a doubt,
Doomed will lose.
A novel is open,
The reader is drunk,
He stepped in a window,
Having poured wine.
The dance of a spiteful genius
On the pages of a book,
This is a game, without a doubt,
Doomed will lose.
The dance of a spiteful genius
On the pages of a book,
This is a game, without a doubt,
Doomed will lose.