Your pure eyes, they are so deep,
That i can see blue sky inside,
They brought me flame, and i will keep
The flame of spirit in my mind.
One look - the wolrd is ought to stop,
Because my heart is beating faster.
It runs whith glory to a trap,
No longer can i be it's master.
Red hair turns me on to dream,
To be more confident, be stronger.
And now, convinced to jump in stream,
I make new step, becomnig sober.