Текст песни Laterne A - Холод рук твоих

Chill your hands as before
divination tender
It melts under ancient witchcraft
Secret, hot and sweet
It smells, I furtively
Podsmotrena hotbed for noisy ..

Wave the magic words
Fly with pink lips
And the sound of the tender is rude
In the bowl of old weights
And the hand dance easily
Do you believe there is no one
And whisper so deeply:
would bewitch him ..

Dear, who is so dear to you?
What deceptive wraith
Want you bring him in a dream?
At night, the creak of snow outside the door
I see and I do not believe,
With a glass of wine you bring me ..

Wave the magic words
Fly with pink lips
And the sound of the tender is rude
In the bowl of old weights
And the hand dance easily
Do you believe there is no one
And whisper so deeply:
would bewitch him ..

I remember the word witch,
Secretly long ago I
It was bewitch you in full.
Let the will of my secret
This look is casual
And with a smile strange drink to the dregs!