The birthday
I can't to you in the day of the birth
To dare the expensive gifts,
But I can to talk on the love
In this night of the spring.
I can stand under the window,
Waiting the meeting before the dawn.
And walk back every time
In the earlier hours before the dawn.
Still I live in the dormidory,
Fond my dreams.
Did not the discovery,
But it is certainly for me.
You don't think that I am inattentive,
That I do not throw a flowers to the legs...
I give my faithful heart
To you in this wonderful day.
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