Текст песни Alina Cosmo - Секс два раза в неделю

Sex twice a week
A conversation is by all means a quarrel.
Everything seems to be, as always at the limit,
On top of feelings and emotions

But your eyes betray you ...
They have a mysteriously strange cold
And it would seem a whole city,
Freezing at -40
Would settle in them for nothing.
Don’t be afraid, already ready
Drown in your snows ...

"You are my personal grade of heroin" -
Idols tell us from the screen,
But it’s different with us, dear,
Love breaks mine
Then the space narrows
And it gets too scary
Too boring together in the apartment.
You're in a corner somewhere lost
In my fragile soul world ...
Where is the hardest thing to get lost.

And on tiptoe don't sneak up
When you gently kiss on the neck ...
I will create a million obstacles
And clutching my wrists
You! You will be the target here.

Sex twice a week
A conversation is by all means a quarrel.
Sometimes I don’t share the bed
Although everything else is equal.

"Do not turn the mountains anymore"
Do not bring me hot coffee -
Burn yourself with a stream of pain -
I will sprinkle the burns with salt.
Perfectly owning you
Bring to such a migraine ...
When rushing about in a frenzy
And screaming like a patient, frantically:
"I haven’t needed all this for a long time!"
Honey, I know, I'm a "friendship-saw"
Bear with me, if not hard ...

I wander around the alleys
His "inflamed" brain ...
What will he come up with this time?
What will he offer this time?
The order to the heart is to put an end.
Inject the poison deep beneath the skin
I agree on everything, even more ...
Only he can’t live without me!
Yes, and without him, maybe, too!

P.S For this simple reason,
I give my respite a break ...

12/16/2010