Тhe Red Window

A flame was set in the eye, in a breathless, impassioned heart he wiped the tears with a handkerchief in my life surprisingly came. Gentle, honey, sweetheart with pleasure they caress my senses, boiling blood with all the force he raised me up in blue skies. But there, too, the mist came, a black cloud above me bent over and I wonder where, how to go through the dark curtains. I lay down tears, tired of the road, fate quietly fills the flame, but a window open for new and bright dreams ...