Irina, my dear fragile flame,
I whisper your name in the quiet rain.
Your wonderful eyes, they carry the night,
A thousand secrets, soft and bright.
My dear little storm, you break and you heal,
You scatter the clouds, yet make the sky real.
With your magnetic touch, I’m lost, I’m reborn,
Irina, my love, my dear little storm.
You move like the ocean, tender and wild,
A fragile soul, yet undefiled.
I hold you close as the night winds rise,
Your storm is the truth behind my skies.
My dear little storm, you break and you heal,
You scatter the clouds, yet make the sky real.
With your magnetic touch, I’m lost, I’m reborn,
Irina, my love, my dear little storm.
Even if time should pull us apart,
I’ll carry your storm inside my heart.
Fragile and fierce, forever you’ll be,
The fire that lives and burns in me.
My dear little storm, you break and you heal,
You scatter the clouds, yet make the sky real.
With your magnetic touch, I’m lost, I’m reborn,
Irina, my love, my dear little storm.