The microphone is smoking, the theme slippery as ice. Monogamy is a cage? They say it protects. But lust is a tempter, whispering right in the ear, Debauchery beckons like forbidden fruit. Loyalty is an oath given in moonlight, But the flesh is weak, and we, alas, are not made of stone. Treason is a dagger, thrust into the back in silence, Lies are poison, poisoning souls. Do you hear? One partner for life? Sounds like a fairytale, But the world is full of temptations; we must shed our masks. Games of passion, dances under the cover of darkness, Where rules are forgotten, and only we remain. Some seek stability, a pier in one person, Others - the freedom of the wind, so that every day would burn. Is monogamy shackles? Or the fortress of love? In this chaos of choice, who is right, tell me? The dilemma is as old as the world, as ancient as Eden, Where Eve tasted fruit, breaking paradise's rules. Since then, people have been rushing about, between two fires of passion, Searching for truth in the labyrinth of gray days. On one hand - comfort, the warmth of native shoulders, On the other - the call of the unknown, new encounters, passions. Who knows what to choose? Perhaps no one does. After all, everyone is the blacksmith of their own destiny. Perhaps monogamy is just a game, Where the bet is the heart, and the ending is a bitter tear. Or maybe - a lighthouse in a raging ocean of lies, An island of hope where you can simply live. There are no right answers here, only a personal path. The choice is yours, my friend: with whom do you want to fall asleep? In the arms of fidelity or in the flames of passion? Decide for yourself, but remember: everything has a price.