Happy, who in his own passion
Without fear dares to admit;
Someone in an unknown fate
Hope robkaya-loving;
Who misty moon beam
It leads to a midnight voluptuous;
To softly true key
He opens the door of his beautiful!
But my life is not dull
Refreshing secret pleasures;
Early hopes faded color:
The color of life dries from the torment!
Sadly Mladost fly,
I hear the threat of old age,
But I, love forgotten,
My love forget eh tears!
