I hate my boyfriend
I spoke angrily, my anger was gone.
I'm angry with the enemy:
Do not talk or get angry

And they drink with fear
Tears all night and in the morning
Sunbathing and smiling
With weak tricks and deception

And grow day by night
Until the sharp apples break
And my enemies see you shining
And I know it's me

And play in my garden
She covered a blanket last night
Nice to meet you in the morning.
My enemies are under the trees