Our Song

Every morning, the sun is still asleep,

But the two of us are already awake,

One shared winter.

Your "hello" reaches me to the very bone,

Your face is my first step into the day.

You quietly open the windows,

While I search for the word "forever."

And before the day begins,

In your eyes,

My home is alive.

Annushka and Simonchyk — our little world.

The first thought each morning: How can I hold you in my arms again?

The first thing we see

Are eyes,

Your eyes,

My morning greeting.

And wherever we may be,

My heart is always at home with you.

From the warm waves of a distant sea

To the narrow streets of an old courtyard,

Thai nights,

The salty breeze,

Then Portugal and its mountain terraces.

Our suitcases lose their way on every journey,

Yet we know: we will always return

To the place where our hands touch the soil,

Where our garden grows,

Where every little bush knows we are coming.

Annushka and Simonchyk — our little world.

The first thought each morning: How can I hold you in my arms again?

The first thing we see

Are eyes,

Your eyes,

My morning greeting.

And wherever we may be,

My heart is always at home with you.

Among the rows of ripening berries,

You laugh, "Rain again,

My magician?" (hey)

I wipe from your forehead

A drop of summer

That refused to fade away.

A red rain of tomatoes,

Potatoes

Hidden by the night,

Raspberries stain our palms,

This is how life slowly grows.

Annushka and Simonchyk — our little world.

The first thought each morning: How can I hold you in my arms again?

The first thing we see

Are eyes,

Your eyes,

My morning greeting.

And wherever we may be,

My heart is always at home with you.

Every morning, the same sign returns:

Your pupils,

My quiet sign.

You may travel the whole world,

Yet never forget

Our garden,

Where the essence of life eternally blossoms.