Текст песни мори - три поцелуя

your smile and look at the best paintings of the Louvre
casually spoken words are not enough and three kisses
to go mad in the wind over the sea to go crazy
dreams float away on the airship
steps to calculate the square footage of sorrow
because hands are not shaking you take me soon
leaning against the glass , listening to the noise of the station
minute with you - this is so infinitely small
your step leaving me cut through the wound.