Текст: Lex Zaleta. Solitude.

Solitude, that silent sanctuary,
Has hair autumn and cherry,
Falling in ribbons so curled.

Solitude, that silent sanctuary,
Is where we come to bury
All the troubles of the world.

Please, please, don't be rude;
Don't ever intrude
On my solitude.

Solitude, that silent sanctuary,
Approach it and be wary;
I cannot share it with you.

Solitude, that silent sanctuary,
Reproach is but temporary
While you're taught to bear the truth.

Please, please, don't be rude;
Don't ever intrude
On my solitude.

Solitude, that silent sanctuary,
Strengthens the visionary,
Strings him some of wisdom's pearls.

Solitude, that silent sanctuary,
Lengthens the necessary,
Shrinks the insults that life hurls.

Please, please, don't be rude;

Don't ever intrude
On my solitude.

Solitude, that silent sanctuary,
Cares not for arbitrary
With whom she grants admittance.

Solitude, that silent sanctuary,
Shares hot tales cautionary
For an unheard of pittance.

Please, please, don't be rude;
Don't ever intrude
On my solitude.

Solitude, that silent sanctuary,
Brings more than momentary
Bliss to her loyal members.

Solitude, that silent sanctuary,
Springs evolutionary
Warm kisses from the embers.

Please, please, don't be rude;
Don't ever intrude
On my solitude.

Please, please, don't be rude;
Don't ever intrude
On my solitude.