Dressing Paris with the purple gold
The wind turns the foliage wildly
The image of love reviving from the dream
I look with the hope in the heavenly eyes...
I listen to the song of the soul mate
In the murmur of sounds, the rhythm of melodies
And to the eager for earthly passions Voice
Inviting us into the temple of bohemian rhapsodies...
Dressing Paris with the purple gold
© Copyright: Княгиня Татьяна Романова -Бродни, 2011
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