Текст песни РисБо - Штрихи

I want to touch them ,
Well, in any way?
Sacred, like a halo -
Lip - strokes of the artist.

There filtrum beautiful
St. Petersburg's bridges.
I begged those lips
It is refined than the east.

Wild enthusiasm and a ton of anguish -
The majestic as Mount Elbrus
I praise your Cupid's bow ,
As Marcel Proust soul .

Words can lift up
Lip commissure tidy.
They love the memory of milestones
And my lips , they dryness enemy - martial .

Shtrishochek between - hits to Olympus ,
But at heart it's time such that the bars .
My lips it's time for yours -
It's time for couples .