July bouquet

In July, the night is bright and short.
Half past five, and how the birds sang!
You are still sleeping, love, bye
And at the dawn of the morning I can't sleep.

I'll get up quietly and go to the meadows,
Where the river is silvery in a light haze,
There are clouds playing with the breeze
And the herbs run away to infinity.

I will wet my feet in the dew,
To pick flowers among the herbs,
I want to please you so much
And congratulate the first on the come day!

Bouquet of white daisies, cornflowers,
And yellow ones without a name - with love,
Without disturbing your sweet dreams
In a simple jug I put it at the head.

A ray creeps along the edge of the table
Now he will reach his goal, and immediately
The routine of a pitcher glass
Suddenly a diamond will flare up with a bright rainbow ...

Darling, I miss words
To say everything ... or maybe it doesn't matter?
Let this morning bouquet of flowers
He will tell you about my tenderness.