Soft sounds of strings will wake the depth of rest in your eyes.
I really like how through their blue mirror you look at me, and the surprise slips through the silk of my dress ...
Your vzgyad even more worried about my soul and makes my heart tremble even more !!!
Whiskey amber touched your lips.
I feel at their fingertips their trembling, it seemed to me that the double bass woke up in them passion.
But still, I must admit - your excitement is to blame, your wrists.
You look away, and now ... the opportunity to look into your eyes is stolen.
You hear - it's a saxophone, it tries to break our doubts, but I do not know whether I dare say.
I hide my eyes that cry to you about my love.
Rhythm equals our pulse.
With a tender wave your smile lifted into a darkening coolness of a summer evening, drawing me along with you.
It is a pity that my voice does not sound. Oh, how beautiful he is, and he sings about what I want to tell you.
This is more important than me, and probably our lives.
I hear how that voice fascinates you, mercilessly steals, depriving us of each other.
I'm jealous, seeing as jazz dissolves in your eyes, disappears, merging with the music of your heart.
But my happy eyes are laughing taking away the last fear and embarrassment.
I'm going to, I look you in the eyes, I know that I can not do it, I can never. And yet ... you read in my eyes ........
I LOVE YOU!!!
But I want to give you jazz !!!
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