Текст песни ЯстихиЯ - Поле белых простыней

Once blank verse
I rhymed with anguish and pain ,
Once naked nerve of the soul
Sorrow was eaten and eaten.
But I cleverly made ​​fun
Over the way I once lived ,
And I 'd probably stay
Those who once used to be .
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Be a part of the white sheet ,
I dissolve in a frenzy of lust .
And hair let down stream
The field of white sheets ...
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Painter rushed used to the canvas ,
Showered petals legs .
The poet would have exposed the soul ,
And you flunked verses .
And I look in your eyes ,
And so I feel good with you .
And his hands are drawn to you,
Afraid not to meet with the hand .