In the blood burning fire of desire,
you hurt the soul,
kiss me: your kisses
I'm sweeter than myrrh and wine.
Bow down to me, the head of the tender,
And pochiyu bezmyatezhnыy,
While dies fun day
And dvignetsya night shadow.
In the blood burning fire of desire,
you hurt the soul,
kiss me: your kisses
I'm sweeter than myrrh and wine.
Bow down to me, the head of the tender,
And pochiyu bezmyatezhnыy,
While dies fun day
And dvignetsya night shadow.
