Текст песни Дюковский Сад - Тихо тает воск свечи

Quietly melting wax candles , candles
You're in the arms of the night , night
the floor is yours, your
crisp white linen

And the touch of the hand
I touch your chest
You answered proshepchesh no, no
But it paid off light

And in the morning I ask you
Are you happy has been
You're back, closing her eyes
quietly answer me .......