Текст песни Елена Фролова - мастерица виноватых взоров

Mistress of guilty eyes
Little shoulders holder!
Pacified male dangerous burrows,
Drowned speech does not sound.

Fishes walk with fins
Inflating the gills: on, take it!
Their mouths sounding silently
Feed the semi-bread of the flesh.

We are not red and gold fish,
Our sisterly custom is as follows:
The ribs are thin in a warm body
And the vain wet shine of the pupils.

Poppy eyebrows labeled a dangerous path ...
What am I, like a janissary, love
This tiny, flying red
This pathetic crescent of lips? ..

Don’t be angry, dear Turkish woman:
I'm sewing in a deaf bag with you
Your speeches are dark swallowing
I'll get drunk for you with a crooked water.

You, Mary, help those perishing,
It is necessary to warn death - to fall asleep.
I'm standing at your doorstep.
Go away, go away, still be.