I can't write no stately poem
As a prelude to my life
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say
For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair
Winter, winter harden
Oh, the loveless land
It will whisper of the garden
You will understand
For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair
For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair
Love will waft it till the experimental
By any mind
Baby brings the sweetest
Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you
Go one day
you to me, Nectar-o-la-teca-va- Slava- großer-goes...
Thank you.