Do not say time is past
and weighs the weary shoulders,
that the eyes look sad ... Ever ...
Time - a vast blue sea.
Do not say it's late for love,
and in the old friend, there is no trust!
The hair is peeling, we step slowly ...
And in this snow-white, the world is for two!
Even by counting thirty in two,
we carry in the chest the spirit of a child,
we play more experimentally in a fairy-tale world,
with a smile and caress, with a rich affection!
We will burn the fire in the old furnace,
with a small spark of a burning candle,
we will stretch our hands in warm arms ...
The world is for two - out of what's left!
Goodbye and Kisses ...