Текст песни Дмитрий Чубенко - Сделай любую минуту длинной...

Make any minute long ,
acutely feel the contours of the body ,
I want you smear clay
and then will turn the chalk .
eternity pressed his lips to thee ,
whispers in the back : you're my bitch .
black - black clouds ,
He rubs his neck , biting his ear .
here nudity is not appropriate ,
It is found not just a god.
here single . too crowded .
time outside the flowing , try :
Make any minute long ,
acutely feel the contours of the body ,
want you obmazhut clay
and then will turn the chalk .