I just want to write you a poem or a song,
I am asking myself, to whom do you belong ...
An angel, you are so beautiful in that bikini,
I would like to invite you on just, one martini ...
Frédéric Chopin is playing on piano, can you hear,
it is so beautiful - that I have to shed a tear ...
I just love your pictures of you, in the hotel room,
you rise like the Sun or the flowers in the bloom ...
A poem, but, I would like to do a song on the guitar,
you shine in your beauty, like the Morning Star ...
And, now, ah, I will slowly fall into the sleep,
a poem - will you throw it away, or will you keep?
