You saved me, even though you don't know it.
Old now I told firmly "No!»
You're not my hero yet, and you don't know your soul.
And you give a sound to my thin string.
You haven't even said half a word to me yet.,
I haven't even come to my day or night,
And your smile is nice enigmatic
Already sitting my hunger and warm like a stove.
Let eye to eye we are not shy never,
Or streams once (will dance together?),
You are the start of a new day, you are the flower of mattiola,
Which appeared where the Thistle grew.