Your hand in my hand,
We have a couple we go into the autumn dew,
And bright joy on the cheek,
And soul from happiness song requests.
The heart and the lyre sings,
And fills the evening light,
Perhaps happier there is no,
For us at this time in the whole world.
In the years we returned again,
From autumn to early summer,
Love burns in the heart,
All around the raging color.
And sing in the heart of the nightingales,
And soul as if an angel the skyrockets,
Buoy spring in my soul,
I the whole being in love with you.
Your hand is in my hand.
And happiness greater not need to,
Your smile on your cheek,
For me, the gift of Heaven.