You made a wish of 1000 kisses in an evening. I started showering you with them and laughing a little. When the first 100 ended, I felt sad. It turns out that 1000 only sounds a lot, and kisses end quickly. I wanted to kiss more slowly, more meaningfully, so that every kiss was real. After 1000 I didn't stop. You will always have a lot of kisses, my love, because there are always few of them.
Как плюшевый мишка
Прижмусь я доверчиво
К добрым ее рукам