Текст песни Марта Яковлева - Зажать Тебя Во Влажных Простынях

pinch you in wet sheets
like a mummy in a cocoon
hold, hold, be silent and only with a sigh
and detect my presence

clamp you between yourself and the wall
knee right into the groin
and know that it is you knocking at the temples
recitative by imperishable stupidity

pinch you and rip you inside
fall into soft nirvana
and feel like something is eating again
and still say nothing

hold you and listen to this rhythm
two hunted hearts flying from the circle
and rip the sheets and throw your hand
into you and part and part

like a waltz, like a dream, like rain music,
what torments the windowsill this night
I am your most frantic admirer
I am your fan who waited for you

your thigh amid wet sheets
merging with my thigh
in the wild ride will no longer tell me:
"chill the proud" what a pity
what will you tell me all this later ...