I see myself between the two,
But one is false - and one is true,
For one is night - and one is day
No matter what all others say.
The first is silent, first is cold,
One needs to be both hot and bold
To dare melt that icy heart.
Will you succeed? Go try it, but...
The second is both warm and kind,
She may be not so sharp in mind,
She may be not so swift in tongue -
But she had never-ever stung.
The first is like secular lioness -
It is the grace, it is the finesse,
It is the beautiful snowflake...
But what one's hands with it will make?
The second's like domestic cat -
To see you home she's always glad,
And she will rub about knees
To make you happy and to please.
The first is the unwilling one
To share moon, to share sun,
To share failure and success -
She's not accustomed to stress.
The second will go hand-in-hand
By any road, through any land,
In any way you just have sighted -
And in that way you'll be united.
The first will look but with contempt
If you have riches that not tempt,
If you first offer own love -
Like useful slave you'll always bow.
The second will ask for but love
That's warm as sun and fly as dove,
Will look at you with gleaming glance...
And that's the main dif-fe-rence.