Rhythm of her walk,
Crease in her dress,
they will testify, they'll tell
that taste of love is stuck to her
Grass of the storm,
and her two eyes also tell of her
that she comes from love.
Bit of embarrassment
magic in her smile,
they will explain, they will hand over her secret
that she comes from love.
How much she's beautiful,
light rests on her face.
And one can see on her
that she comes from love.
Fragrance,
the field is blooming,
and from her lips rises and comes
taste,
I want again
to taste the taste of love.
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