Текст песни Светлана Сурганова - Девочка-генерал

Girl-General

My General ... Girl ...
You someone had called,
My general?
Lampasy shoulders, clavicles expansion,
As outlined by a thin pencil mouth.
Secret abyss touch,
Weary sweetness discoveries.
Inhale - exhale, as the rise and fall
In a frantic circle intercourse.
My General, girl,
You someone so called?
Lord of the army of my distraught nerves.
Source heartbeats are not the last, I hope,
And, of course, not the first ...
But such an unprecedented,
Such frank,
What blood run cold
Another moment and ... fits into the line of love.
I'll take her on the shoulder and fall asleep,
Overtake and lightweight.
I am a prisoner of yours, my general.
My girl,
You someone so called?