There sleep snatches in short dips, There our cheeks cover their beards, To protect from the wind passes And from the ravine reigning cold there.
Tonight we are no longer at home Insomnia climbed into our apartments. Hearts on ribs wives frenzied, Yes, the pulse of the mothers galloping wild cavalry.
Tonight is sweeter than kisses, But the time is more impatient When in tears in advance yearning Her eyes, native and beautiful.
Increasingly, look at the clock hands, And the conversations are arched with silence. "I do not stick in fights and rework!" - A holy lie pierces a promise.
And going into the predawn freshness, Back feel you cross With love, faith, of course, hope, That THAT there always kept me ...