*the idea belongs to Alex Grechko*

She’s flying airily
from flower to flower
And makes me feel excited
more and more
Please tell me, beauty,
enchanted with your power,
What sparkling dreams are living
in your soul?

But she’s flitting
quietly and kindly
And willing me to touch
her lovely wings,
My heart stops beating…
happily and blindly…
The Moon alone is smiling like a kid…