but who are you really?

but who are you really, Russian woman?

you who entered my heart without the possibility of going out

you who share me with other men but show me so much affection and love

in our correspondence of love senses but without way out

tell me who you really are please!

my love

the sax crying and we dream

in your forest

in your dacha

the times of youth

your skin is pale and fresh

your long hair

i see at a distance of miles

fresh like a rose

perfumed with jasmine

and we remember real times and spaces

but never come true together....