Everything blooms around her,
The world becomes pink, green and purple,
I think she's my angel, my miracle,
I'm grateful to life that I've met her.
And everything's good when she's with me,
I am not afraid to be just myself,
My life becomes bright and saturated,
And her happiness is all that I care.
You can call me a creep or a maniac,
Because I'm in love with my friend,
But she's so perfect, so elegant,
I can't even imagine the end.
Everything blooms when she's with me,
My heart becomes calm and fortunate,
I think she's my angel, my miracle,
I'm grateful to life that we've met.