If my heart is crystal,
That it into smithereens would break,
Because everything that was grew fond,
Has responded only laughter in it.
If my tears gold are,
I would be richest than people.
Would bribe then wordly judges,
That they have allocated you with love.
Why my soul not from water?
You would experience all its depths.
Would not find a scrap of deceptive ooze,
And never would feel troubles.
Why my dreams again the colour?
For this purpose, to reflect grief?
They attract in a fantastic dIf my heart is crystal,
That it into smithereens would break,
Because everything that was grew fond,
Has responded only laughter in it.
If my tears gold are,
I would be richest than people.
Would bribe then wordly judges,
That they have allocated you with love.
Why my soul not from water?
You would experience all its depths.
Would not find a scrap of deceptive ooze,
And never would feel troubles.
Why my dreams again the colour?
For this purpose, to reflect grief?
They attract in a fantastic distance,
Reserving ways simple.
If my hands are from fire,
That in your heart ice floes would be kindled,
And dreams with happiness would become uniform,
You have not managed to forget me.
You do not give colours, as the love ordered.
Why, my friend, you pierce with a pain?
Flowers would be allocated by love,
I would weave a wreath and you of a plot.istance,
Reserving ways simple.
If my hands are from fire,
That in your heart ice floes would be kindled,
And dreams with happiness would become uniform,
You have not managed to forget me.
You do not give colours, as the love ordered.
Why, my friend, you pierce with a pain?
Flowers would be allocated by love,
I would weave a wreath and you of a plot.