How mercilessly our life of the year counts!
As assures us with you, that this treasure!
And only the Soul in the stream of days does not notice
Such responsible, such weighty dates.
Lives itself all in the same youth beautiful,
Where hope and dream are still so bright.
So let January with its snow-white mane
Will sweep away the sad thing from the calendar sheet...
And let the Soul cherish joy and happiness,
What will save the health of our mortal bodies.
Let the blows on the wrist be even,
At least there was already a snowstorm on his temples.
And let the crystal sad-teardrop,
Rolling down from under the lids of your green eyes,-
Flies into the Soul of a miraculous snowflake,
In order to celebrate a personal event of yours a hundred times!
Happy birthday, my dear friend! Happy Anniversary!
01.01.2020