Текст песни Іван Лузан - Найкращий інструмент

In the flame "her eternal, mysterious,
hot blood of my blood,
in the heart of the deep, living,
you arranged your trap ...

I go and fall into the arms.
The first trap, and as quite pleasant.
Then go and grow high walls.
We must get out of the maze before dark.

In his eyes, in my eyes brown
sand pours its beauty,
though I was blind. I want
you and carry you to heaven.

I go and fall into the arms.
The first trap, and as quite pleasant.
Then go and grow high walls.
We must get out of the maze before dark.

I go and play your body.
You're my best musical instrument.
Lips, fingers, holes and holes.
And around quietly, no applause.