The kingdom of my heart

Your eyes is a kingdom of my heart,
Their depth is fine and charming.
Having looked in them it is possible to go mad
But it is better than to be eternal oppressing.

And even if in ruins a temple of my soul
For a long time flowers of love have died
The kingdom of my heart – to live
In your eyes filled with cheerfulness.

Spring will come, will kindle ice in heart,
Probably, all will change for the better
And on blood will be born new dreams
But the kingdom of my heart remain in memory forever.