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Your heat will excite such a hot blood,

Inside boils from a light touch,

Favorite glance will pass through the veins casually,

I love these feelings so much.

And in the New Year you will give me infinity,

The bliss of irresistibility and eternal passion,

And all my constant worries will go away without a trace,

You make my heart burn and break into pieces.

Your voice will soothe my soul and call me with it,

There, where happiness is close and so inevitable,

I follow you, like a detached and intoxicated one,

After all, only yesterday you called me your favorite

Enchant me and bewitch me with your charm

So that I could not take a step without you at all,

So magical night comes, robes fall,

Amidst the frost, the smell of chrysanthemums fills the room.