Tell me... Tell me,
why do the sky have blue eyes,
is the touch of your hands always so warm?
Tell me... Tell me,
why in the soul of my song,
although the yard is cold and Blizzard walking?
Tell me... Tell me,
why do you come to my dreams,
and it becomes sweet from a clear look?
Tell me... tell me,
why are your words so warm?
They are softer and lighter than the spring wind.
I wanted to know more,
why did two roads meet,
and the Nightingale sings so fun?
Also heard the cherries in the garden,
like you said "Love" to me...
Probably for that the clear sun in the world shines.
Tell me... Tell me,
why do the sky have blue eyes,
is the touch of your hands always so warm?
Tell me... Tell me,
why in the soul of my song,
although the yard is cold and Blizzard walking?
