Текст песни SHRI-Ланка - Я не просто друг

Sharp peaks cut hands
All the sounds nailed with the foam of the wind
Interweaving fingers saves you from boredom
But not always
If there is water nearby
There is no edge to this paradise
Close breath
One touch game
Must
I caress
Slender lines of branches and hands

I'm not just a friend
This makes me happy
I'm not just a friend
I need it

The evening is filled with clods of voice
Foamy waves covered all hair
Now higher, then lower magnetic poles
But it doesn’t matter
If this card has fallen
Next move
Tasty breakfast
The pleasant smell of grog, the sound of strings
Brightly
Let it be a gift
Drops on the body and bliss around