Текст песни автор - Краса моя, тебя люблю...

My Beauty Love You
                                         and do not get tired of waiting,
What descend ever
                                                  me your grace.
Your smile pure beam
                                              it is a holy oil,
His anointing my way
                                             becomes lighter.
Your voice is sweet melodious,
                                                    solovushkina trill.
It attracts joy, from the clouds
                                                divine flute.
For your palms caress drink
                                                 lips touch,
My guilt is not to redeem,
                                         scatter as my sadness.