Love comes with habit, so doesn't happen,
Heart cold will hardly thaw.
It is unlikely on skin the shiver will seem,
Feelings come later is a lie!

Life without love doesn't bear miracles,
How many look in native eyes.
Not to find warmth for two in them,
Here even the reason was tired and has calmed down.

Here neither the caress, nor laughter will help,
If contacts of a morozna as snow.
Hands are others, dreams are various,
No, flowers won't blossom in heart!

How many don't think, the plot isn't fine,
Cosiness and comfort, and there is no love, alas!
It is simple to eat the person and not the,
As don't twist, he won't become native.