The girl on the window

A flame was set in the eye, in a breathless, impassioned heart he wiped the tears with a handkerchief in my life surprisingly came. Gentle, honey, sweetheart with pleasure they caress my senses, boiling blood with all the force he raised me up to the blue skies. But there, too, the mist came, a black cloud above me bent over and I wonder where, how to go through the dark curtains. I lay down tears, tired of the road, the fate quietly flashes, but a window open for new and bright dreams ...