Текст песни Александр Кушнер - Чуть пониже губ... чуть повыше сердца

Slightly lower lips, slightly higher than the heart

Slightly lower than the lips, slightly higher than the heart -

There the soul lives, without a window, without a door ...

Freestyle she is like a bird flock

When she is warm, she melts with wax,

When there is in the shower, a little light,

She is like May, no ... a piece of summer!

When a bunch of lying phrases are thrown,

Slightly lower eyes, gently, like a foot,

Wipe the wet footprint ... and sigh from the pain.

There is no protection - like a handful of salt

Thrown to where a little higher - lips

And always sick when we love ...

Slightly lower lips, a little higher than the heart ...