But, in the gloomy sky of the region,
A cloud of darkness drew a line.
I want to create portraits
I want to create portraits.
To write portraits of pretty women.
To speak colors,
Shades, complementing tenderness.
To lines of bright beauty
Say beautiful: – You are beautiful!
For each face feature.
To write portraits the beauties of the world!
My heart
I take care of you
In my heart is sadness.
And, as a tribute, I guard,
The image of a cute.
Like your farewell,
May morning spring.
Do not float away with the breeze
With fluffy snow.
Let the year’s pass
Quietly sinks in space
But, your word: – Yes!
In white garden decoration.
In the vociferous forest,
In the bird choir spring.
In poplar fluffs,
In the spring breezes.
But your word: – Yes!
I did not hear like a song.
Only: – Never!
The word was the last.
I take care of you
In my heart is sadness.
And, as a tribute to the guard
The image is cute, farewell…
Sorcery love
Pretended to be in love
As a boy weaving words.
And I felt subjugated,
My head bowed to you.
Your knees embraced with passion.
But the hurricane dope passed.
I asked myself a simple question
In you, I found that?!
And you tried to marry me.
Threatened to get underground.
Believe me, I’m ready to strangle before
Then the days with you to pass!!!
With a dream near
