Текст песни Дмитрий Чубенко - Сделай любую минуту длинной...

Do any minute long ,
acutely feel the contours of the body ,
want you obmazhut clay
and then will turn the chalk .

eternity pressed his lips to thee ,
whispers in the back : you're my bitch .
black - black clouds ,
He rubs his neck , biting his ear.

here nudity is not appropriate ,
not just here to find God .
here single . too crowded .
time outside the flowing , try :

Do any minute long ,
acutely feel the contours of the body ,
want you obmazhut clay
and then will turn the chalk .