There's snow on my eyelashes,
;But it's melting soon.
As my young heart; flashes
,;When I am looking at you.;;
It is fireworks,
;It is salute of love,;
And my soul wants to rock,
;You’re my life,
you’re my half.
When I look into your eyes,
;flowers bloom in me,
;I flutter like a butterfly,
;there is no word I,
there is a word we.
It is fireworks,
;It is salute of love,
;And my soul wants to rock,;
You’re my life, you’re my half.
Your pure, gentle smile ;
Is a real gift from fate.;
Your lips are like red wine,;
You’re my dream, fairytale.
It is fireworks,
;It is salute of love,
;And my soul wants to rock,
;You’re my life, you’re my half.
Your soul’s shining crystal,;
Your mind’s light in ;dark,;
And there’s no strongest system,;
Which prohibits to love.
It is fireworks,
;It is salute of love,;
And my soul wants to rock,;
You’re my life, you’re my half.
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