O, Russian lady, jewel of the eye,
In this silent moment, my heart does sigh,
You've become my love, beneath the sky.

O, fair one, queen of beauty's art,
With eyes of magic and a snowy heart,
You seem a noble, white, divine impart.

O, sweet one, dweller of my heart,
Like a moon in my sky, you'll never part,
Your radiance fills the sky, a work of art.

O, whimsical one, with hair of gold,
In spring's soft breeze, your story's told,
Adorned with flowers, your beauty unfolds.

O, fickle one, conqueror of the world,
Alone in your tumultuous mind, unfurled,
I see your heart to love's sweet song is hurled.

O, doe-eyed one, my heart you've earned,
Entangled in your charm, I've learned,
Lost in your love, my soul has burned.

Seeing your face, my heart is now unfurled,
Forgetting myself, I've opened my world,
On this crimson bed of love, I'm hurled.

At your feet, I'm blessed to die,
In love's madness, I'll gladly cry,
This offering of life, I'll gladly supply.