Lyrics Екатерина Болдырева - Претензия на блюз

I will reite this word Sweet - the beginning
I'm calm that you are still so few in me
And normal my adrenaline
that we are still a goddess with God
And there is not so much of me in you
I'm cheerful, you are unharmed
we are sleeping
not buried in each other
I'm in the wall
You are in a spouse
And in your dreams not a breeze yet
I stagger like a blind man in a bottomless
In a bright search for not very bright passions
I'm trying to guess why they gave me
This chance to become a bit of your
oh how gloriously smells again in the air of the palm
I will be funny to feel you captive
Although the walls of the fortress are cool
But I already draw in detail
yourself, the incredible one that you recognize
Dreams
In the knees a light languor, all this is familiar to me to stupid
There is no salvation, there is a diagnosis, here
All diseases from wine and lack of sleep
And from this a little more fun
just who would explain why this chance to become a little of your
that's all
The next morning, remembering about yours, a good taste seems to be
Of course, I will not risk you to fulfill this whim
with a claim to the blues