Let there be mountains and deserts between us,
Frost, taiga, fogs and thunderstorms.
And I kiss the frost on your eyelashes,
And I'm waiting for you to open your eyes.
I want to see them laugh.,
I want to hear your quiet whisper.
And casually touch your hand,
And to find both joy and peace!
I want you to fall asleep on my chest,
Snoring sweetly in the gray haze,
And at dawn she stretched out her arms,
And she gave her tenderness to me!
And I kiss the frost on your eyelashes
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