Текст песни Ллирик - Я знаю тепло твоих пальцев

I know the warmth of your fingers ,
I know your voice is hoarse .
I know the muse that night I wrote -
Without it, would not the verses were written .
I know through those dances,
Where is the music , as it were superfluous .
And the taste of your lips gives a sweet cherry ,
And before leaving little left of the roof .
I remember you cooled ...
I know you like a flame.
Will burn - only a handful of ashes leave
On a simple white winter snowdrifts .
Again, I appreciate the higher ,
What if there is between us :
Barely touching each other hands ,
Warm from each other , both Warming .