Christina. Egor Rybakov

these moments of happiness,

      My soul flies up like a bird in the sky at once,

      And tore the heart from the charming passion,

      Will fly blazing night with no breaks.

      Your name

      (from a woman’s face)

      I miss you so much, dear boy.,

      Without eyes your and voices, strong hands,

      My love is so sincere, without falsehood,

      Hear the sea, the hearts of endless rattling.

      All my thoughts run to you,

      Inside everything is torn, the heart is aching,

      You are destined only for me,

      My soul apart constantly moaning.

      And you will come to me my dear and native,

      And let us be happy with you in this world,

      I admire you, love you, breathe you,

      And day and night recall about his idol.

      I miss you so much

      Again miss you without eyes and your wonderful speech,

      And the heart burns and it hurts, you have a soul so torn,

      It will be a week of separation, our instantaneous, fleeting,

      And wait meekly, so humbly remain.

      Oh, dear Christina, stirred my heart forever,

      Inside, everything aches constantly, the soul cries out for a blast,

      I was fascinated at once, my charming ideal,

      To you is desperate to meet a sincere impulse.

      And be sure to come to me at night in dreams,

      Give pleasure, goodness, inspiration,

      And became I have long been close as the eternal spring,