I'm sick-Sickness – love

The years go on the path of life,
Through the open spaces, fields, and of course the mountains.
And bear in my heart the feeling –
I love, love still sick.

I suffer from a touch of hands,
From eyes in the morning the wealth
I swallow your spring sound
Languages tablet... Disease – like.

I'm sick, and you heal,
Give a SIP of potion of hope.
Languages Zozulya, only my happiness,
To press spring dream.

You heal my disease
Kiss with a taste of blackberries.
I'm like a ray of the candle,
And pray together the path.

I'm sick-Sickness – love
In my heart wildly prances.
Happiness, love I found,
The world around that time dancing.