Nothing compares to your sweet “I love” Let's get out without saying anything. Dawn of love - a sign of happiness - Silently and tenderly in your eyes. І tulle up to the right shoulder The soul is sensitive to what is beyond the control of the hour. I weave love into my heart, like its color, So that its color never fades, І soncessary tenderness of the candle My soul burns undyingly. The rocks fly, the stars fly - Eternity shows us a path unknown From these rocks, the stormy, unstreaming years... And it seems that it is beyond the control of the hour - Mountain heart and soul color - Weave everyday prose into sonnets.
