Your eyes to not see to me while

And caress of hands to not feel on a body …

Only heart quavering all waits for you,

Including days, minutes and weeks …

To your lips I wish to cling lips,

To fall asleep with you in pleasure of dreams,

Where there is no the wall which have arisen before us,

Where there is a hope, pleasure and love.

But it is only treasured dream,

Which do I quavering with soul store.

And to not dare to me never to forget you …