In the middle of the lake, the blonde! The lotus blossoms. In the spring, in the Nano, Soya awakens puberty. Shine-glowing water streams, blisters with hairstyles, Gradually, the throats fall from the drop-drop, slowly In hairy hairs, hair follicles get tangled, Your gentle hands, let them understand a nag, Tandal like sandalwood, air smells. In the spring, in the Nano, Soya awakens puberty. The crow breaks the buds, the blonde in your way, Cuckoo song, come, in the arms of Saajan In the evening, how many are you decorated, how to make sixteen makeup, Softened like a blossom flower, why the angle to the heart, Moonlight night, without you, new moon. In the spring, in the Nano, Soya awakens puberty. spring spring
