류주희

My story is much too sad to be told,
but practically everything
leaves me totally cold.
The only exception I know is the case,
when I’m out on a quiet spree,
fighting vainly the old ennui
and I suddenly turn and see,
your fabulous face.

I get no kick from Champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
so tell me why should it be true
that I get a kick
out of you

Some get a kick from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
that would bore me terrifically too
yet I get a kick out of you

I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me
I get a kick though its clear to me you obviously don't
adore me

I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high
with some guy in the sky is my idea of nothing to do

Yet I get a kick
Out of you

In one room deep gloom
Sheltering her from joys she once knew
There sits a lonely woman
Believing her life is through

Though she once lived for laughter
Days bring no spring
Winter is here to stay for a while
Too drained of tears for crying
She’s too alone to smile

Longing for her lover
Wish that I could tell her
Grieving too can pass and so this mood
Soon will lift like a veil

Some day, she’ll stray
Far from the somber world of the past
No more a lonely woman
She’ll follow the sun at last