crying a blizzard, as a gypsy violin.
Cute girl, evil smile,
Eh I do not get shy on blue look?
I need a lot, and do not need much.
So far we are, and so are not similar -
you young, and I lived.
youths happiness, and I only memory
Snowy night in hard to hush up.
I do not zalaskat - storm me violin.
Heart snowstorm your smile.
4/5 October 1925