He called me 'my wonderful flower'.
He called me 'my beautiful princess'.
He was both my love and my lover
Presenting me thousands of kisses.
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Did he tell you like this-- Dark and burning eyes, Dark as midnight skies
Full of passion flame, full of lovely game
I'm in love with you, I'm afraid of you.
Days when I met you made me sad and blue.No, perhaps the wrong language i write....
it should be- Ochi chornyye, ochi strastnyye
Ochi zhguchiye i prekrasnyye
Kak lyublyu ya vas, kak boyus' ya vas
Znat' uvidel vas ya v nedobryi chas
Okh nedarom vy glubiny temnei
Vizhu traur v vas po dushe moyei
Vizhu plamya v vas ya pobednoye
Sozhzheno na nyom serdtse bednoye
No ne grusten ya, ne pechalen ya
Uteshitel'na mne sud'ba moya
Vsyo chto luchshevo v zhizni Bog dal nam
V zhertvu otdal ya ognevym glazam!
But i do not know why almost every love story has a tragic crescendo when one wants to be unique, so specific in poetic conundrums as yours
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Did he tell you like this-- Dark and burning eyes, Dark as midnight skies Full of passion flame, full of lovely game I'm in love with you, I'm afraid of you. Days when I met you made me sad and blue.No, perhaps the wrong language i write.... it should be- Ochi chornyye, ochi strastnyye Ochi zhguchiye i prekrasnyye Kak lyublyu ya vas, kak boyus' ya vas Znat' uvidel vas ya v nedobryi chas Okh nedarom vy glubiny temnei Vizhu traur v vas po dushe moyei Vizhu plamya v vas ya pobednoye Sozhzheno na nyom serdtse bednoye No ne grusten ya, ne pechalen ya Uteshitel'na mne sud'ba moya Vsyo chto luchshevo v zhizni Bog dal nam V zhertvu otdal ya ognevym glazam! But i do not know why almost every love story has a tragic crescendo when one wants to be unique, so specific in poetic conundrums as yours