I love your hands,
From the moment he touched.
They are beautiful and gentle, ... читать полностью
They are the creation of art.

Kissing gently hands I
I forget about everything I do not need.
And falling asleep, I'm touched,
In a smile as tender as a child.

I do not have the right to disturb your dream,
So sleep tenderly, my angel!
In me they opened my soul,
Leading the life behind him.

From the alleys and tunnels,
From the gray colors of being,
Soul opened the door
A blind martyr to sleep.

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