The wind flew in Amsterdam and pigeons.
My heart woke up in a shining city.
We do not play, we love, we are naked,
On the day of the creation of our destiny.
This story is sad and beautiful
I believe you entered my life not in vain.
Old hotel. The sun's beam is so hot and tender.
Time hurries, absorbing dreams.
Rain from the sky falls into our hot heads,
The colors of delight are simple and bright,
A day gives us the gift of happiness,
And through the centuries we met again.
Magic of the hands, tenderness of our eyes and voices,
You stroke my breast, my hair gently again and again.
In a moment whene love will merge with pleasure,
The eternity of love is our blessing.