POUR INTO HER GLASSES OF SPRING
Pour into her glass of spring
And the fragrances of delicate flowers,
Pour the colors from the gems
Oh sweet drops of mystery.
Do you need the bells of lush words?
You kiss like a sign of communion,
You clothe her in happiness
In the land of green shores.
Weaved the rays into the beauty
And dress her in sunshine,
Open the pulsating window
In the shower singing dew.
In the realm of magic and wonder
Where did the blue-eyed dye come from?
So, sleep bliss or restless,
It has touched the heart of the depths.
The nectar of tears, I'm sure, a gift -
It's something magical from joy,
It's someone sprinkled pure and eternal
When changing cycles during primaries.
And I will emphasize one moment:
She is a violin in a moment of hunting,
In case you forgot the music notes,
That's not the tool for you.
She's alive is a diamond,
There is a source of love in her:
Your awakening fever bird
The gift and the talent.
You've scared your summers -
You can see it yourself in the miracle fluid
The face of the Muse and the Goddess,
Where the wave of gold plays.
Women love not only on holidays,
Give mood to them and flowers -
Life go on to the world,
That's how they have the mission of the holidays!
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