Текст песни Ярл Ворона - Первый поцелуй

I told
Unpleasant
Stumbling about words.
Disappeared in some places -
Put the head.

And if the hand
Did not hold
He fled the heart in the heels,
But the voice issued -
He trembled
He was brief and soft.

Palm touched
Gently
To hair,
Wortwood warmth.
And I watched
As a faithful dog
Taken for camp.

Alas, I do not remember words -
I was scared.
After all, I understood
What is gentful of all silks
Can
Only your lips.

Two thin petals
Lungs
Pale scarlet.
I will no longer devour me,
Now I want to touch
Themselves.

Take me
My Countess,
Wrapped with a buroie fox.
I am carved on the ribs
Your name,
And becoming a raven, leaning with you.