Still so long to suffer, wait when there comes evening. I will bow while you a kiss treat. I will not notice this dirty trick, you are my queen. I will build the huge house where we with you will retire. From impossibility to suffer I will open a tab on the Internet. I learn a new joke, and I will boil to myself pelmeni. To me not to find such as you where would not go and where would not be. But the first snow passed long ago, and I bought you a snowdrop. I composed the new song, such that I do not trust myself. But seeing you for the 100-th time I lose a speech power. A sword and fire I lay a way, and in it I am just a traveler, I go uphill, I go — I smoke, I look for you — my gentle satellite.