You find cyclones on the map.,
Rostropovich different fronts,
You put a pencil to your temple. –
How can I take my eyes off you ?
You're a weatherman – you have a job
To provide shower and fog,
And your charm and your beauty
They're sowing a Blizzard in my heart.
Announcing forecast colleague –
Guarantee plus thirty in the shade.,
I on you'll take a look only askance –
Give me your promise, too...
You're smart – I know that.,
Therefore to unravel the idea of heaven,
Have you I whirlwind fly:
Is that a fact you'll take into account ?
"Stop!"my mind cries out,
Do not need such nonsense –
This beauty is not waiting for me,
This beauty is already married !