You’re my Moonlight Serenade,
You’re my Girl from Ipanema,
Passed through heart - like sharpened blade,
Cleansed from despondency evil.
Why do birds sing on the trees?
Why the Spring’s in every sound?
You’re my long-awaited breeze,
Diamond that I’ve luckily found...
Stay with me, my flawless love,
Be my life song’s violin.
I will follow thereof
You to where I’ve never been...
You re my Girl from Ipanema
© Copyright: Евгений Корчагин, 2018
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