Текст песни Максим Мор - Сонет 2

I can not blow out a match
Fire raging in his chest.
You're like a bad habit ,
I live with you - along the way.

I refuse impossible
From the miracle of our rare meetings ,
Such wicked and disturbing ,
What I lose my head from his shoulders .

Losing the will and patience
When your hear a fragrance
But I gain inspiration
Well , common sense , checkmate .

But the fact is just , sometimes
With the power of the heart takes over the head .