She Strums My Old Strings Of The Heart Smoothly

Quietly she rests her head in my bosom And hums her favorite song sleepily While I struggle with the ridiculous life. 'Let my tiny cuckoo flies so high And I watch your acrobats from our cheerful nest. Today I cooked in a different style And the dinner is ready on the table with a bottle of Red wine. Please do not forget the way back my darling And why so late Have you been to a strange nest accidentally.' *[ How sad a Woman lives her entire life in doubts? In her vocabulary she has two fundamental questions.Why so late and why too early? ']