In the flower bed again bloomed tulips:
red, white, Sunny, rosy,
and the time will come, they, unfortunately, will wither,
and there will be other spring Germany...
The sun turns heads
petals bright smile,
keep as graceful, stately,
the sun disappear, bend to the floor...
And heart is bursting with sorrow -
tulips are like my love,
I remembered the pain and all my suffering,
what fate has written on the tablet...
Spring I felt immediately
in the arms of flavors invited
and, as molfarka, worked a miracle -
heal the sinful soul from the insult...
Look at the sky, like a child, happy,
so you want joy to fly
like a Nightingale, a song to Twitter
again have faith and hope!