You are my pain, my love and my idol

Егор Рыбаков
Your soul is pure and so beautiful
She flies through storms and blizzards,
Everything that I have asked for a long time has come
Like a whirlwind you rush to your goal.

And we will see you among the crowd,
You smile at me, touch me with your hand,
You made all my dreams come true
After all, you are called a wizard of the soul.

You will look into my eyes a little furtively,
And in them I will see a magical, wonderful world,
I will drown in your eyes, my dear mystery,
You are my pain, my love and my idol.