The god of sun and the angel fallen
stand on each of my shoulder.
The price i pay for loving
they only distract me from my boulder.

Of the routine I've rotten. 
But your smile mischievous 
got my soul blooming,
my wanting - conscious.

As i pushed the boulder up the hill
I saw the silhouette of you.
As if Orpheus played a trill
I've bid my burden adieu.

Was it mandragora on my lips 
that blinded me to follow thou?
The Sisyphus in me've caressed many hips
But none of them were you.