Текст песни Мирра Лохвицкая - Твои уста

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Your mouths are two pomeal petals,
But in them the bee will not find.
I greedily drank once
Their spicy hops, their strong honey.

Your eyelashes - Wings of the Black Night,
But until the morning they are not closed.
I looked into these eyes -
And in them my image is reflected.

Your soul is an eastern mystery.
In it, the world of miracles, in it a fairy tale, but not a lie.
And all of you are my, all without a rest,
Dockey breathe and live.