From the cold place of snows my heart meanders
to the glow of your genuine love.
The frost of life is biting
and remembrance of you is the warmth of my spirit.
My eyes see dismal winter scene
behind my window.
But your valley among high mountains
show up before my inner vision.
I can't forget, my fairy of wilderness,
how we were upbeat together,
how we played find the hide-and-seek in the timberland.
One day we were so fortunate,
we discovered home of the honey bees.
Its hosts were occupied
gathering nectar from blossoms.
We enjoyed so much taste
of wild honey.
Did you recall how we climbed
together on the precarious slopes
and gathered wood mushrooms?..
You were a good cook.
I had take pleasure in your dishes.
At the point when mango trees were blossoming
our fairy bodies danced with love and tenderness.
Nothing anticipated the end
of our bliss...
Everything was so joyfully great.
Prior to the night when the insidious apparition of evil
snatched me from your embraces
and brought me to the Universe of eternal winter,
where every human feeling is like ice.
Igor Marinovsky from family Sufyan