Текст песни Алсу - ты воруешь, ты меня воруешь.....

♥ Lips to lips - it's so pristine ...
The tenderness of languor ... vehemently, strange.
Hands closed on the neck to pain
This is not me ... this is a debate with fate ...
A thrill on the skin ... And drops of sweat ...
There must be a major note in life ...
Souls will merge in a single rush ...
The body from the heart in deep isolation ...
Unique every moment ...
And kisses, with a touch.
Inseparable miracle miracle ...
Feeling is always taken from nowhere ...
Lips to lips scorched by passion ...
A sea of emotions ... and ... a drop of happiness ...