You are coming back.

I am in love once again
But not with Paris,
Just with rain, cold breeze, hell stones
Ether sleet.
For once again,
I fill complete.

You will be back
In just a day.
And you will join
My Irish way:
Gray Sky, strong wind
And heavy rain.
But my French kiss
Will take your vain.

And like before
My Russian soul
Will rest with yours
And give you All:
Of every moment
Good or bad
With tears or laughs
You'll not forget.