Текст песни Джей Фост - С привкусом имбиря

squared my reserved seat
cool, like in the beginning of March
in our rented apartment ,
whose breath of winter
opened up for me ,
that there is nothing more intimate
your name ,
I wrote acrylic
wallpaper on the wall without ,
that near you
I want to give up their anchors,
because your lips - with a touch of ginger.