Текст песни Леона Вишневська - Сповідь

There is no power left to resist,
I rush
 your mouth on the sharp edge of your tongue.
I want to become one of those
 gentle, tiny,
fragile girls who can
soul fit into your linen sleeve.

Courtesy
 drop your poppy seeds on your chest
and from the opal there sprout.
From happiness sometimes - nausea,
no one said it was simple.

Some more thoughts and I will despair
knock on the door timidly and it will open
 to me.
I do not know who is more crippled here ...
The one without heart, or the one without legs.

I was lying here quiet and naked for a while
the flames day outside the window rose.
Come on,
sweetheart, let's just pray with you ...
I was promised the heavens myself.