The fourth year I'm falling in love with you,
With your eyes of Belgian chocolate,
With your voice of mother's lullaby
And with your heart of a naїve child.
The fourth year you see me in your dreams
With my eyes of Ceylon tea,
With my voice of a silent engine
And with my heart of an old-fashioned artist.
We've a whole life to paint,
No matter where to stay.
I'll be on another planet,
But not far away.
Oh my rose, oh my saint,
We'll see the new day!
Maybe on another planet,
But not far away.