Текст песни YURY BASHKIN - Твое имя - яд

I wake up as if from anesthesia.
Your name in a vein is a dose .. a dose ...
The pupils are wide, the eyes are burning.
Your name is poison.

Mimosa is presented in crystal.
In the phone, the voice is again the dose.
I do not remember how many days in a row,
But ... your voice is poison.

Your hands are cold with frost.
Your tenderness is again the dose.
The hands on the watch have long stood.
Your fingers are poison.

In the book, unread prose.
Your skin is again a dose.
the gentle silk of the bed is crumpled again.
I whisper quietly:
     They are my poison!