Текст песни Michelle Paffer - Чёрный бархат

Audio: Ophelia's Dream - Lady Magdalen

BLACK VELVET

Your hair raven
Dropping a black strand on the face.
So you are talking to be a scoundrel.
Were I in love with you was not,
Do not become a minstrel and b singer.

Your voice like velvet baritone
As if to inhale the aroma of marzipan -
Intoxicate the mind in soaring drunken.
From the lungs remove the breath-moan
Pulsing the sweetest juice chest wound.

Your eyes hypnotizing the consciousness,
Your magnetism and charm - capture the imagination.
Such a bright soul burned
It gives rise to a strong desire,
Uneven my slip.

And in the heart of a burning sensation, as if someone
Artfully there and poured alcohol and iodine.
Not soon, my pain will pass,
For you, my knight of Camelot -
Of total amount of unfreedom.
On the reefs was broken my raft,
And I'm going to the bottom of the water.

You like Black Cardinal,
Until the pain remains indifferent.
I revel in your venom is necessary,
Inhaling musk and sandalwood.
Your so you are talking callousness.

For a long time I have - I do not know who - broke,
I am not subject to renewal.
For you, I have become a target
In throwing a scorpion stings,
And you - my one consolation.
Who are these blades pried?
And who is doomed me to salvation,
Where the scaffold - my podium?

Your hair raven,
And black velvet baritone voice your
Affected gracefully thoughts of the heart in the same tone,
While the vines entwined bodies.
Even in the shower is black ash and ash -
In me is coming Armageddon.
09.02.2011