Текст песни Артём Качарян - Ночное шоссе

You know, I would like to confess
Hand caressing your dress -
We are not alone here by chance,
The evening is planned by me!

Do you hear
I would like to confess:
I'm pulled into the game by the touch of your fingers
And the line of your lips.

Night highway. Old hotel.
There is smoke above your head;
Night outside the window - two without sleep;
Flames in the chest! Only you and I!

Let me know you're ready!
It can be seen in the eyes, you are a player!
You know the rules
Just no words ...