my sweety

Наталия Оревкова
My sweety angel, sitting in my hand.
I keep you softly, like a priceless treasure.
You show me one amazing magic land.
This land of Adoration can’t be measured.
The music is impossible to freeze.
Delightful singings hear I everywhere.
My lovely angel, I’m afraid to breathe,
To hurt you by a sudden move of air.

So delicate and fragile is your soul.
I promise forward: you will never fall.