The heart is a home for love,
Pure such feelings.
And the Nightingale chirping,
Life blossoms in him.
In the heart of a gentle melody,
The sounds of her magic.
Amazing words rush by,
Rushing love songs.
The heart is a home for love,
You always live in it.
From evening till morning,
You're saving me.
Gentle words warm the soul,
Roses bloom in the heart.
Dear, I must confess,
That feelings live there.