Praha, Prague, Position of Strength​​In a flickering dance where the lanterns grow dim,You’re скачать в хорошем качестве

Praha, Prague, Position of Strength​​In a flickering dance where the lanterns grow dim,You’re

Position of Strength ​ ​In a flickering dance where the lanterns grow dim, You’re begging for pardon? Don’t yield to the whim. If you bend to the weight of her mercurial tongue, You’ll find only iron where love should be hung. Your "noble" surrender is just a heel on the floor, Stomping the threshold of your fragile door. When she screams and she slashes, her voice like a blade— Let your small error in her fire be laid. ​... ​One-two-three, swing the pendulum’s weight, Hold to your silence; don’t answer the bait. A captain might wander through fog and through gale, But the crew doesn't spit in his face while they sail. Justice is cold, not a product of fear, Wait till the tide of her temper is clear. ​... ​A week passes by, and the stillness returns, You look in her eyes as the steady fire burns. "Remember that day? I was wrong, it is true..." Not as a plea, but a law dictated by you. You didn't crawl back or go weak at the knees, You’re the architect ruling these passionate seas. The weak man is a lackey when she’s acting the shrew, But he’s lazy and smug when she’s gentle and true. ​... ​Watch how you treat her when she is at peace, That is the measure, the man’s true release. If you’re soft with the quiet, but a slave to the loud, Your spine is but rot, and your soul is a cloud. A woman will dance on your head with her heel, If you apologize faster than honor can feel. ​.. ​Don't wait by her porch in the gray morning light, That isn't loyalty—it’s a loser’s lost fight. Listen... it’s quiet. "Want tea?" comes the plea. The error is settled. The leader is thee.