Fall in love with me, my dear,
Not for stature or for the shiny boots,
But for breath of God that I still bear
and for dust of many lengthy roads.
Make me hot bath in the early morning,
and I’ll become a clean and sober man.
Let us seat by sunset in the evening,
I will tell you of my losses and my gems.
Du not blame me for all roads I’ve wandered,
or for not accomplished any hopes.
To your feet I am bowing my guilty head –
Judge yourself what’s it to be of us.
I’ve watched a lot of reach and lucky strangers,
and many who was born to joy and to be spoiled by faith,
But none have ever been close to sheer happiness
as me when you have granted me to see your lovely face.
Fall in love with me without prejudice, my dear,
I will hug you heartedly and never brake embrace.
I’ll stop wandering around testing bitter gin and beer.
I’ll stop gather dust from roads and settle at your place.
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