Текст песни Елена Казанцева - Высокие свечи

High bottled candles
Stood on your window.
Burned so passionately and dusty,
As letters in the fireplace fire.

And you kissed me hands,
Lips touching the rings.
And I died of boredom
And thought: "This is the end."

Reciprocity you will not answer
Keiling at least a thousand times
My naked shoulders
And the eyelids of the root eye.

I am a heart another obedient,
And how much I'm not sorry for me.
I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored,
Serve cherry shawl.