He walks along the steep path
and my heart tapes fast,
until the end of a tortured war
I reached all but desperately in love!
And from above I turn behind my back,
I'm trying to get to the bottom
what I was when I followed you,
so that I could wail for so many years?
Twenty years have been utterly ridiculed,
In the midst of the winter twenty embrace naivety,
from the tears that drown in childhood,
to the beaten path of maturity!
The one
the dreamy and timid, the crazy,
which gently touched your hands,
the top reached, but the hair was screaming,
it was time for your mistakes to see!
And everything could be different,
if she only wanted it,
it could be, just a memory,
like a ragged meadow!
But the road had made her a surprise
a gift worth living
days and nights constant joy
in heart -
the fruit of their love!
Goodbye and Kisses ...
