Paralel

What I've seen through my window:
Birds were making circles in the air,
As the wind uncarefully was blowing,
Caressing her velvet - like hair on the shoulder
And the snow, falling gently on her face.
Her smile, her eyes melt the snowflakes
It's impossible to draw the gazy - look,
Standing there as if I were hooked.
Hair of her slowly becomes so whity,
Shining out there so lightly,
She's so beautiful...

What I've seen through my window:
Being born, my life, my death, has flashed
One by one, slowly and patiently hinting,
About importance of the things from past,
As the steam of morning was rising,
I've been there: born and lived, and died,
All I've seen is just a theft.
Though it made me think about this.
The paralel on which we all swing
Is becomming thinner fast enough;
Life's so scareful...

What I've seen through my window:
Everything became covered by the snow.
cannot imagine something more beautiful,
The look of her is so delightful.
When the snow shines so brightly,
And I'm hugging her so tightly.
Yet another snowflake touches her,
But for us it couldn't be much warmer.
If we were separated each one from another.
Her eyes could be the sky, her smile oculd be the sun.
She's so beautiful...

What I've seen through my window:
The paralel on which we're swingin,
Soon enough will hold no more!
It's what my seeing told me - seems so poor.
The thing which should not be already happened,
Person must be upset by the mistakes he's about
To make;
How fast you fall, depends on how slow you crawl up;
None knows whether he's going to see the top
I was born, my life, the death - it traps us,
Because none of us knows what lies there;
Life's so scareful...

The view of her in the snowy wind,
Makes me swing on paralel so far.
The view of her so beautiful,
Makes me want to look through that window again...