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My Christinochka, Chris, Christina,

You are the light of my eyes and soul joy,

As if suddenly gone from the picture,

My Princess, you are my weakness.

I reach for you with all my soul,

Day after day you never leave your dreams,

You will forever disturb my calm,

She made all my childhood dreams come true.

You come, you I constantly glad,

And the night is dark, even early in the morning,

Inhaled the seductive, pleasant fragrance,

And I will enjoy the tender feeling.

Fall together into the sky from the rock,

Spreading our angel wings,

Will not prevent even the wind damned,

Only in the morning we will descend from impotence.

To fly again and enjoy,

Intimate feeling and warmth,

And always to tremble with excess of happiness,

And our worries will be postponed for later.