Текст песни Джей Фост - С привкусом имбиря

in the square of my reserved seat
cool as in the very beginning of March
in our rented apartment,
whose breath is winter
for me it opened,
that there is nothing more intimate
your name,
written by me acrylic
on the wall without wallpaper,
what next to you
I want to drop my anchors,
because your lips - with a taste of ginger.