Waking up a little after a passionate night
I watched with delight as you slept
Outside the window, yawning, the city of Sochi was waking up,
And in a dream, barely audible, she called my name.
Curly hair smells like flowers
As a child I began to stroke you,
And they will burn out from the sun, they will become brighter,
He gently kissed his neck, carefully keeping it.
You will wake up with a sweet smile
Kiss my whole face tenderly
You will stretch a little, waking up from sleep,
And put on your wedding ring.
Happiness
© Copyright: Егор Рыбаков, 2015
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