Текст песни Мотылёк - Никак без объятий

It is a pity that you can not hold me -
- Too long waves on the reception of heat
The day - coffee, night - sugar. Throwing and interfere
In the cold , " I " is hot "you"

I chose the recipe , which has a salt
I discarded through a sieve , the essence of the words of
Here you are - the whole reason I -
Just pain, which rotate the millstones

Water and fire - up jets of steam - gentle
Flour at the mill became as dust, chalk
I 'm better and I whisper : " The components are important ... "
But it does not embrace , for sure