Текст песни Александр Кушнер - Чуть пониже губ... чуть повыше сердца

Slightly below the lips, slightly above the heart

Slightly below the lips, slightly above the heart -

The soul lives there, without a window, without a door ...

She is free, like a flock of birds,

When it is warm, it melts with wax,

When there is even a little light in the soul,

She is like May, no ... a piece of summer!

When an armful of false phrases is thrown,

Slightly below the eyes, gently, like a paw,

Wipe away the wet trail ... and sigh in pain.

There is no protection here - like a handful of salt

Thrown where a little higher - lips

And it always hurts when we are very loved ...

Slightly below the lips, slightly above the heart ...