Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Вкус черешни

On your lips Do
forgotten the taste of cherries ?
I , probably , very sinful,
because no luck .
What was , will not return.
I'm flying recklessly :
certainly kiss
if you do not ottolknesh .

It was windy steppes,
Datura and they swam .
Thyme or tarragon
taste on my lips .
What good is it ? How is it bad?
Flight and dream a little ,
If we will mix
sweet breath , bitter breath.

Words are not saying ,
spirit of wormwood and cherries
You can try , of course ,
but you can not breathe a lifetime .
We run away from trouble ,
Only uncouple hands here ,
I - in the parched steppe ,
You - in the shady gardens .