Forward to the dream, regardless of the obstacles,
To the pain and fear and prejudices of all people,
When you move without asking for a reward
And your mind is seething with a multitude of ideas.
I love the charm of magic
How you build phrases, cut them like diamonds
And with pleasure I absorb the voice and words,
You accidentally bring you to bliss and ecstasy.
I love everything that is reflected in you
Your nuances and charms of character,
That you see your life only in the struggle
The saint has no right to refuse your love.
I love all your movements so much
When you run like a panther
And the imagination draws wondrous beauty,
I adore your image and all your manners.
I love your gentle and gentle voice
I am ready to listen to him without interruption without end,
And with pleasure I plunge into tenderness,
And with happiness I am ready to shout to the whole world.