I've made many mistakes in life,

It didn't matter I knew my native Russian.

Lucky, I begged God,

To be by your side alone.

For what this happiness was granted,

I don't know, I cannot understand.

I bless the eternal summer,

That managed to unite us.

You burst into the harbor of my sleepy life

— A hurricane of passion

I, infantile and embarrassed,

Shied away, a timid statue.

You laughed, you chuckled,

The fire of your lovely eyes blazed.

You enticed, teased, aroused

With the sparkle of multicolored rhinestones,

That adorned your nails

Both on your hands and on your feet.

They beckoned and charmed,

Leaving blood on my lips,

When in oblivion I

Eagerly kissed them for a long time.

You are a creation of sexuality,

The ninth wave of drunken love.

It covered me head over heels

A wave of intoxicating tenderness.

I, with you in a sweet whirlwind,

Fly, spinning, through the years.