Every morning do you have in this game

And the meadow grass was captivated by the flowers
Dressed colorful, beautiful scarves
The bright colors of flowers and herbs
Aroma's intoxicating nectar of meadow.

The first sun beam cut through the track
In the open window, the floor and bed
And pausing a moment on your face
Kiss on the lips, the look in his eyes
Whisper in your ear – time to get up
Every morning you and him have a game.

Green grass and drops of dew
Like beads the girls give her a beauty
But out of envy the sun will take it away from her
And shatter the spell of the flower fairies
End your morning will occur the day
So wonderful it will let for people.