On the day of birth


I can not you birthday
Expensive gifts to give,
But in the spring night
I can talk about love.

I can in anticipation of visits
Before dawn to stand by the window
And in the early hours of dawn
Every time back foot.

I long to live in a dormitory,
I am fond of his dream.
No not made the discovery,
But it is certainly for me.

Do not think that I am inattentive,
What flowers do not throw to the feet.
I told you in this wonderful day
Their true heart give!
1956