White snow at New Year Eve just like beautiful like you.
You find me, me.
Stories, poems and dreams,
If we can compare man to cup,
I would drink tea like it's finest wine,
And be always little bit drank,
Because only for you I looked behind,
From small city with old streets,
Hearing someone special again,
With the same words that all be okay,
You are the beautiful wine I want to drink every day...
