Cold ice - it's definitely you,

And I – it’s hot flame of the fire.

In different ways the steps will do,

In spite of trying and desire.

You like a storm in terrible cold weather,

And I – it’s hot sun in the sky.

But when you come for me it's only pleasure,

But when you go, I cannot freely fly.

We won’t be happy in the future, -

We weren’t happy in the past.

Release me please, because I’m captured

It’s all I want say at last.