Текст песни Агония Иванова - Инстинкт

Wind touch black hair
You may smile at me
And say something gentle voice
My hand you touch ...
I quickly turn my back to the window
To hide your eyes
I will resist that
That feeling I'm told.

You will quietly wait for me
While the retreat obsession.
Important to me now every gesture
And every move you make.
Wind touch curtains
From the table, I'll take a knife
Auburn I quickly sharply
After all, I shudder.

Just a couple of those strikes
What you do not expect me to.
And my crazy strange laughter
More terrible than any punch.
I'll be a long time to scour
From dress your blood spots
I so want to cry -
Do not allow the power of the will.

I kiss your dead eyes
Close them with his hand
But you yourself have always wanted
That I was myself ...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry dear,
In no way to blame.
But my instinct is needed to
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