I'm waiting for the next spring to come
As the rose blossom appears
In her royal look in the garden
I want to see you put off
All those thick woolen clothes


In the cold dry and windy winter
I want you stand smilling sweet
Your palms wrapped around your bare.

To wipe tears and to soak your cracks
Let your beauty be revealed
And to portrait you in my mind
Mind not O my darling
If I am bit
impertinent to you
And forgive me O darling
Thinking I'm only your admirer
In the next spring I want to see you
In your thin bikini to learn who you are.