If the sky rosewarne blade of lightning,
the city is gloomy from colds and sad people,
I know who will fill my soul with flowers,
calling, barely audible, his favorite.
You will warm comfort in cold nights,
giving the heat of love and an exciting look.
All problems become & quot; so", & quot; by the way",
if two of passion and happiness are burning...
I know you'll save it and wrap it up.
a warm shawl of soft morning stars.
To be with you to the end is my inevitability,
save my heart from unwelcome tears...