Approaching under Izhora,
I looked to the heavens
And your eyes vospomnil,
Your blue eyes.
Although I am fascinated by the sad
Your pristine beauty,
Though a vampire is named
I'm in the Tver province,
But my knees in front of you
I did not dare to lay
And passionate pleas
You did not want to disturb.
reveling unpleasant
Hops secular bustle,
Pozabudu, probably,
Your pretty features,
Light condition, movements of harmony,
cautious conversation,
This modest calm,
Sly laughter and sly eyes.
Well if not ... still following
At the edge of your peace
A year later, again I'll pick
And I fall in love until November.
