Like bits of snow-white crystals I gather in your heart your tenderness. To everyone so much divorced, for all the nights, for all eternity. My love on the way scattered, the winds gave up last, you come back home at home - to seek comfort and tenderness. Do not look back and sideways - where the wind was heard to return. I'm cold without you - stay. It's sad in our house. Please, believe me, do not rush to get to the end, do not scatter me all. Leave me a little tenderness and with her, warm me up at night.