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(from a woman’s face)

As the sun rises, nature blooms

Birds chirp, announcing a new day,

And with warm rays around everything comes to life,

Waking up is so gratifying in the sleepy silence.

And life is beautiful and vacation is ahead,

Work is a joy, we will postpone it until autumn,

And the sea awaits us; worries behind

I ask you not to bother with phone calls in the summer.

I only miss you, my beloved angel,

And my soul in the evening is so sad sometimes,

For a long time I became dear to me, dear devil,

And without you, problems are just nonsense

I didn’t know before how my heart aches,

From parting, longing and bitterness inside,

And forever the heart without you groans with tears,

I look forward to your steps.

You will come to me, my dear and dear,

Tell me how you missed me when you were away

You live and breathe forever only me

You remember separation as a mental anguish.

And you are my prince, and I am the magic princess,

We were born with you from a fabulous country,

And without you I can’t find myself any more place,

We will be together and we are faithful to each other.