Текст песни Александр Нилл - Юная мисс

Relax your corset, my young miss,
Today we together will drink my sadness.
Let me not love you and you are just a whim,
My last sip, sobering let.

You are the delicate silk of sheets and bows,
The gilded falsity of theatrical reprises.
And even someone is ready for your kiss,
Putting everything on the line, throw yourself crazy.

I will read to you those verses about another,
Cornflower-blue is the same in your eyes.
Giving my heart, I called it dear
Only you can see I'm not at all strong in flowers.

So why are you with me and where is the sadness
In your childish features on a serious face.
Smile, please, I don't feel sorry for you at all.
The virgins laugh at the end.

My young miss, I'll loosen up your corset,
If the strings are found, the voice of the body is melodious.
Don't look for love, I don't have it.
Only night until morning and the key from the room ...

Oleg Denisov.