It happens this love:
It's like a Nightingale song
She does not tolerate prohibitions,
To the heart of a loving sweeps.
It's a wonderful feeling,
In the life of a lover - a holiday.
Is it life without him?
Who knows it-the soul is rich.
Love is like the Sun in the palm of your hand,
Like the moon shining at night,
And who will love, the in thrall to,
He will not be abandoned in life.
Does not know the distance, obstacles,
Flies there, where its await,
And does not depend on the weather,
Because the wings of loyalty to bear.
Her arrival is unexpected,
Love will strike, which would not have been,
And step let your reckless,
Its in life, to not passed...